30/06/2023
Incredibly powerful words.
PSA- they skipped a chapter in your birth book.
Or maybe, they missed the whole damn point.
Birth is not about measuring your dilation. It's not about practicing positions or measured breathing. It's not about neat stages or your carefully curated plan.
Birth is becoming one with the universe. It's about being broken open, brought to your knees, humbled by the magnitude of the sensation- and then breaking through.
Birth is meeting your humanity. It's suddenly feeling connected to every mother on earth. It's recognizing that-despite our differences and the walls of separation we create-we've all felt the same pain.
Birth is returning to nature. It is becoming a volcano. A tornado. A hurricane of strength. It is holding a storm within you. It is the highs and the crashes. Expanding and contracting. Testing the limits of this humanly form.
Birth is heavy. Grounded. You are a mountain, a planet, the world.
You are a sweaty human in a paper gown under fluorescent lights and you are the universe. You are the most sacred expression of existence. A divine portal to the magical unknown. A starship infinity. Puking into a plastic bucket.
Birth is a psychedelic trip beyond any drug you've ever dropped. It's sitting at the feet of god and then realizing that she is within you, and you are birthing her, and you are her. It is hovering above your birthing scene at a dizzying distance while simultaneously being more present in your body than any before. It is feeling people whispering down the hall and hearing the heat of the washcloth on your neck. It is leaning into the sweetest comfort of touch one moment and then recoiling from the very thought of another human close to you the next.
Birth is beyond our neatly organized words. It transcends measure and reason and logical thought. Sweating and swaying and swearing in languages you didn't know you knew.
They skipped a chapter in your birth book. So, I'll write it for you:
You are birthing a galaxy and you are the stars and you have been turned inside out and you are peeing in your nightgown. There is no need to learn or plan. You are birth. You are the source of that power.
Words & Art by Catie Atkinson
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