On Birth and Death

Birth is a Rite of Passage and it is a Journey. Birth is not an outcome. Birth is both a beginning and an ending. Where we welcome or celebrate, we also grieve. For the world, the people, the Earth. For our inner children. For the passing of precious time.

Birth cannot happen without death and death cannot happen without birth. When we ascend we a reborn and we are changed. If we are souls in bodies and the earth is living and we are all connected energetically, then the crowning of those babies heads was not just physical, it was literal. Babies being born through the crumbling of old structures have more room above their heads... they’ll be bigger, broader thinkers and they’ll all wear crowns. And the mothers of the world who are birthing them must know of their own worth and power and they find it in the Underworld. They emerge seated and rooted. With open hands and an open heart and an ear to the deepest inner knowing, they receive, they don’t seek. An armour of gold wisdom that protects them from patriarchal fallacy and shines so bright that warmth of the sun touches all that surround her. She knows her demons intimately. She ate them one by one.

In the words of Brittany, initiated Mother before my very eyes. We must “have a strong spine, soft front and wild heart.” And we must feel our own fury and give our babies the permission to feel their own. We must not try to fix them or train them into submission. They are not born broken. They are here for a reason.