Holding the Mother

I come from ancestors who have held the sacred mother. The mother was held for many, many days after giving birth and was the first to be nourished before others. She was held, fed, bathed, and rested. 

I also come from mothers who more recently were all alone. Mothers who had no time after birth to rest and be fed but had to do it all for others. Burnt out and depleted mothers.

The work I do for birthing people is an act of honoring and holding the sacred wisdom. It is also an act of freedom and liberation.

My tongue sits hot with words for colonial dismantlement of birth. But my soul knows that there is an abundance of LOVE and LIGHT and that there is hope for retrieval of the lost pieces of ourselves and our rights as birthing people. 

The birthkeepers and curanderas and parteras before me dance through my veins and their drums beat in my heart. There is so much work to be done so that mothers are held again.

The herbs and the Earth sing their songs and I listen. They tell me their love stories and I sit in awe of their strength and their resilience despite their sometimes fragile nature. 
They too listen to me. They calm me when the grief sits for a long time. They clean my wounds and flavor my food. They are my food. My nourishment. My peace. The Earth and her abundance wraps around me and I feel the call to share this with other sacred makers of life. 

You deserve to be held. Before. During. After. Your birth and your baby are walking the planet alongside all these wonderful allies ready to support you, now and years from now. In fact, these allies have been here since our grandmothers sat in awe of them and their grandmothers too. They have been here to hold us and witness us. 

And so it is. ✨