Today I was at a birth; a second baby, born at home. It spun out into the world, tightly wrapped in its cord, purple and unmoving. The midwife placed her on her mother's chest and after a few moments she began to sputter and cry. No one in the room could make that happen, the life just came up through her.
A dear friend recently told me that he didn't believe in the Universe with a capital "U". For many years I don't think I knew what I believed. I do know that I thought I was in control of my own destiny. I don't think that anymore. What is interesting to a control freak like me is that I am beginning to find that comforting because lately things seem to be lining up in ways that I couldn't have imagined. What about you?
2 comments:
Wow. How great that you got to witness that. Are you doula-ing as well?
I'm resonating with your insights into control/lack of control and getting what you want/not getting what you want.
-Sylvia
What a relief not to be in control of my life! It is a personal edge for me to figure out in an ever-changing way where right effort needs to be applied and where to simply let go of results. I'm sure it is the work of a lifetime.
We miss you in Missouri. I was interviewing candidates for your old job this morning and wishing you were here.
Laura
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