Anticipation

Anticipation

We are waiting. ⁣⁣ Waiting with our breaths caught in our throats. All of us, waiting in our own ways. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ I lie here, in a stranger's home, ⁣⁣ pulled into the fetal position, core cramping, fire spreading, shedding, womb empty. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ You, little one, my soul sister,⁣⁣ you are lying in your bed, a mere four minutes away from me in physical distance⁣⁣ but a galaxy away in experience,⁣⁣ caught in the embrace of your birthing pains, ⁣ womb full.⁣⁣

Holding within you a new life,⁣⁣ a new, sacred spirit, ⁣⁣ a new little one. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ He or she too is waiting. Waiting to be birthed into this different world, this life earth-side. Waiting to be cradled in the arms that belong to the loving voices that⁣ have been heard from afar,⁣⁣ the voices of Mother, Father, and Brother. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ In my mind's eye, I see your tears, I feel the depth of your emotion. ⁣⁣ So complex, so vast, so...⁣⁣ almost ancient, a continuation of all⁣⁣ mothers that birthed new life before you,⁣⁣ adding to that collective experience, that universal story of mother, pain, release, child. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ I am nervous. What you are moving through is monumental. It's hard to see my own baby sister⁣ in pain.⁣⁣ It's hard to imagine the ways in which you will be stretched and ripped apart, a miraculous canal for the miracle of life. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ We are being called to trust. ⁣⁣ We are feeling our fragility and vulnerability for we are not in control. ⁣⁣ These rhythms and cycles of life were designed long ago and we are here to do nothing but surrender to them and witness their unfolding. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ All we can do is breathe, trust, and remain rooted in our bonds of love for you. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ And so, we wait. We wait and love.