Yesterday was the Cesarean Healing Circle Marin, Ariana and I facilitated together. I came home with a significant headache but not in a horrible way. In a sad way. We talked for a bit after the workshop and even though we're all three experienced enough to know women are in pain, it's always hard to sit in circle with 8 women and see them weeping or enraged or furious or depressed. It was a wonderful workshop though in that I see so much potential for healing. There is not enough of this core spiritual work going on for women who are in pain. Women using words like "ripped" "violated" "abused" "used" "torn" "ruined" "failed" .... they need a place to weep safely.
It's nice to reconnect with some very primitive and archetypal instincts towards the way birth should be - because that's what all women come to if given the opportunity to explore deeply. Or at least I suspect they would - in dark pockets of their mind's eye, when all fear and modern impressions are dimmed and subdued, when asked deep within their cells to call forth an image of birth I do suspect it's primal and ritual filled and raw and ecstatic.
But that's just me.
Anyway, where's my foot of snow? Kids home from school, fire in the fire place, glue, paint, construction and tissue paper at the ready ... popcorn, brownies and hot chocolate. Sledding. Off to another day of wonderment and motherhood.
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