embody.

The real marvel of life is the womb. The ability for a woman to divide herself between two realms as she guides a soul to a body. To link conscious awareness to an individual. To begin a new weave in the tapestry of life. She dances with two heartbeats, breathes with four lungs, carries the weight of the world in her womb. Any one or any society who does not hold sacred, celebrate, and worship the role of the divine mother and her sacrifices is rebelling against the spirit of life itself. 

She is capable of everything, proven by her rite of passage: pregnancy and childbirth. Nothing can prepare us for how wonderful it is. There is no practice for motherhood. And just as we give this life, it gives us ours. The most difficult part of birth are the first moments, the first years following. The woman must silently birth the mother inside her. We get raised by our babies, not the other way around. We become the age they are and raise ourselves alongside our children. We get brought back to humanity and to magic. They free us from the distractions to the bigger story. Let them. 

Let each layer be stripped away, the best and our worst, until we are only divine creative energy enabling us to express our most aligned self. This is a safe space to dismantle all parts of ourselves, witnessing and guiding one another into embodiment.

It is in our nature as women to change, even more so as we become mothers. To create yourself, just as you created a new life. May this be a space we see the beauty in how much we have in common along this journey. We need each other. Slow down. Thank you for all that you do. 

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