Short update: My post yesterday ended up being like a bucket to-do list... totally unexpected. I spent the day tearing up at singing "The Little Drummer Boy" with my son. Giggling wildly over my daughter's antics. Seeing the divine child, the light of the world, the hope and love and spark that resides in every child, and feeling overwhelmingly blessed at being able to take part and nurture that spark. Physically, I feel good. Huge, crampy, but rested and content.
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This is not the blog I intended for today. Brigid blessed me with insight this morning and by the time I reached the end of my writing, it was not at all what I had sat down to write. Sometimes the best things go kinda like that.
Three words of the wise:
- What will be will be
- Gratitude
- Feel, experience, let go
Knowledge (Air), leads to physical doing (Earth), leads to letting go (Water), leads to passion (Fire), leads to Transformation (Spirit). This works in transcendent drumming, spiritual ecstasy, trance, orgasm, and as I was led this morning: in childbirth. They don't always happen in the same order, but to "achieve" (not the right word, but it's what we say...) that place of being, of transcendence, of what the Pentacostals would call "slain in the Spirit" and Witches would call "Ridden by the God/dess", at some point you have to go through all four elements and reach Spirit.
I've taken care of my body and baby (Air), I've conceived and carried and given of my body (Earth), now I'm sitting in the Water, learning the three words above. Fire will come during childbirth, as will Transformation, Transcendence, and Spirit. If you end up with a C-Section or a miserable birth experience, fear not: Spirit can always be found in the baby's first cry and the light in their eyes.
One day, I hope to even find Transformation and Transcendence to help people who have the worst of experiences, like a friend of mine who had a baby born Still at 42 weeks. I can't dwell on that now, as it would not be beneficial to my own birth experience, but one day I will. It's there...I can feel it...but not. right. now.
Where does that movement through the elements and Transformation through Spirit lead us?
If it all starts with the act of lovemaking and the carrying of a baby (with all of the giving-stuff-up including one's body) is surely an act of love, as well as the gift of Mother Nature to empower women to step into the unknown, to surrender to the birth process, then it's all about Love.
Then to care for that helpless, crying, drooling, screaming little one in the middle of the night=Love. To see the light and spark within them=Love. To accept them as they are, to love them because of who they are, rather than in spite of it=Love.
It all leads to Love. Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Spirit. Love. Divine Spark. God. Goddess. Deity. Connection. Love. We are the Weavers and the Web. Be fierce. Stand up for what's right. Surrender. Feel Love and give Love.
I hope women, their partners, and/or their lovers can make informed choices, move through the elements, reach Spirit/God/Divine through their birth experiences, and become the parents that find the peace and joy the spark of a child can bring. To show honor to our children, to treat them gently and with respect, guide them-firmly at times, but fair, True, and with Love. These children will go on to (hopefully) do the same for others. Then we will have Peace on Earth, Goodwill for all, and Love will be in our hearts and lives.
Therein lies the meaning of having a baby at Yule.
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