A year ago I lived in a gleaming shell. It was warm and cozy and protective there. I functioned in the realm which women planned, chanted, hypno’d, visualized, read up on, and lived and breathed their through peaceful, empowering, non-interventive birth experiences with good outcomes.
Occasionally, Birth would rear her mysterious and mythological head and the [...]
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Do you ever avoid peeking in on your blog because you are so embarrassed about being too lazy and tired and busy to post? I didn’t even want to post this today because I knew it meant I had to actually log in to my blog account. But as MB recently [...]
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Birth changed you. It transformed you. It turned you upside down and inside out and sent you spiraling into foreign territory; certainly a land of many sorrows, a place of shadowy fear, a continent of grief and unspeakable longing for that which has been lost or misplaced.
You are not the woman, nor the [...]
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Part I
me, two years ago
Lady Godiva
on a horse
galloping naked
through the towns
screaming for
Revolution
insisting on
Revolution
swallowing
and spitting
Revolution
for surgeons knives
to turn into
healing hands
and supine spines
to rise unto
powerful knees
for numb wombs
to invoke
martial law
and doctor’s words
to become
incantation
for this divine
Revolution
because those tubes
and needles
in my spine
and hand
and bladder
flowed only
with the elixir
of tears
and fear
and lingering
endorphins
elixer enough
to momentarily
paralyze the
Revolution
[...]
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