(No, I’m not pregnant now. This is from our last pregnancy, with thoughts relevant even now.)
After receiving accreditation as a childbirth instructor, I figure I’m supposed to know all about natural childbirth, at least have access to unbounded information about it. I’ve also been blessed with three healthy children. So, at our fourth birth, it should be a piece of cake, right? Most mothers know this isn’t true. Every pregnancy, every birth is as unique as every child. I still learn things in this pregnancy as we go, and as this is our first home birth, we’re not finished learning yet! (Not for a few weeks, anyway!)
Regardless of what I have to learn, I’m still amazed at what my body, what women’s bodies, know to do. There is a baby growing! My children ask how I know how to make a baby. I honestly tell them that my body is just the house for the miracle of life. The flower doesn’t have to know how to bloom; it just does. Of course, there are ways to provide optimum performance, and I do better when cared for with love. In the meantime, the process keeps unfolding until we have a baby. Both the process and the baby are phenomenal. Isn’t it amazing? We know how to do this; we participate as closely as ever to the divine unfolding and revealing of life.
Birth may be an obvious way to observe a greater knowing, but I believe that we all also possess the ability to give birth to the divine in every moment, for in every moment we are given the opportunity to breathe. We make a conscious choice about the energy we contribute in every situation, and we determine whether or not we follow our heart, the still small voice. This doesn’t mean we have to be painting, writing, sculpting, dancing, acting, sewing, or whichever art you pursue every waking moment, but it means you do not deny yourself the opportunity, either. I find it best to do what must be done when it must be done. If it’s not bothering me, it can wait. If I feel I can’t possibly think in this house because it’s too dingy and dirty, then perhaps I need to spend a couple of days cleaning. I still need to maintain my connection to the Spirit of creativity.
Whether I’m writing a novel or birthing a child, I know I house divine potential. Similarly, divinity abides with me as I clean or nurse or chauffeur. I can do all things with love, and with love, I can birth well in every moment.