I'm learning the medicine of belly lately, it seems.
Last week my belly was so bloated and round that I played a little trick.
I walked into the office of a good mate who is like an uncle to me. I held my hand to my belly, and smiled widely at A, telling him I had some big and great news.
He positively *squealed*:
"What! You're getting married? You're pregnant???"
I smiled even bigger, and said
"Give me your hand"
He did, and I placed it over my belly.
"Can you feel it, A?"
"OH MY GOD! You're pregnant!!!"
"No" (I grin even wilder) "I'm BLOATED! I'm so PROUD!"
He squealed and bubbled into laughter.
Belly medicine is still teaching me though, it seems.
Sensitive, swollen. Rotund, radiant. Nausea and breath taking cramps.
The last few days I have been falling asleep with my hand curved protectively around my belly. I am holding myself like a pregnant woman might hold a soul that is growing into this world.
In some way, I am.
I wonder if I am indeed bearing child. I don't believe I am, but I do not wish to clarify the situation for answers either. Presently I feel comfortable, dancing and swirling between worlds, holding my belly, holding myself, bearing what is to come and already is.
I am pregnant with possibility, with the birth of Leonie as a woman, and the delivery of creations into this world. Our magnificent selves and our artistic ways are our creations. We are the Mothers of the Muse, the Midwives to the Goddess.
Yes, we are all necessary. Needed.
The best moments of my last 24 hours was making dinner last night in the kitchen with the windows broad open, the spring breeze coming through. Cooking up and transforming these beautiful vegetables into nourishing food.
Cooking has come to be like soul work, I remain in the moment, and hum under my breath, and bless each piece of food mindfully. I keep conscious that I am pouring love into this food so we may take it into our bodies and nourish ourselves inward out.
Turning ourselves inwards out.
Holding the precious belly that is myself.
Birthing and nourishing.
8 comments:
Oh I do adore you so! And what a trick to play on A! :) haha
this post is amazing- left me with goosebumps...all the hairs sticking up on my arms. you truly are magical, a gift. thank you.
Okay...you did a better job of clarifying what you were saying closer to the end...I found myself holding my breath thinking you were being creative to inform us of a different belly swelling situation. Hmmmmm are you in a prepatory stage, my love?
Do tell! :)
love to the goddess of beauty~YOU
xxxd
Cooking is the deepest of the arts of living. It touches us daily more profoundly than any other ritual.
~ Jacques Pepin
i love you, sunshine.
mmmm...loved your sharings here!
you've always been pregnant with possiblities, creativity and goddessness. you have a very active womb indeed. ;)
i LOVE what you did to A...you funny girly pie...
xoxoxox love you!
Oh my god! I had a dream about you two nights ago. I was going to email you about it today. Then I came across this post (I hadn't seen it before I had the dream). I dreamt you were pregnant. I remember the dream in amazing technicolor. I'll email you more details, just wanted to quickly post here too.
Blessings to you
Leonie
PS. Wishing you great adventures and fun with your family.
Lovely posting Leonie.
We chatted about all of this before.
But I love how you post it, how *you* write.
Beautiful you.
Bx
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