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BIRTHING by Nancy Carlson


I am a mother of two, a daughter and son, both young adults and on their own. My own mother passed three years ago...

Mothering and being mothered is a life long process. Taking many forms as we all go through the phases of our lives and circumstances. A deep relationship with self and the other....our children, mother, friends and clients.

It’s very sacred work and way of being: this mother-ness!

Recently I have felt that in my life there is another kind of birth that requires mothering. Similar to what I felt with my children. A sacred archetype of mother, as I continue to birth my Self (soul) with the grace of the Divine Mother. Death and re-birth... And now I feel very full, heavy with "child"...waiting. 

And my poem speaks of this...
'Pregnant Woman' painting by Isabelle Vavasseurj
Birthing

As the mother, in gestation, preparing for birthing,
nurturing, holding, loving.
Carefully choosing pure nutrients
for the one to be born.
Providing a calm, warm, soft environment,
for that which is coming
Almost ready...
I am given wisdom, ancient knowledge,
steadiness, patience and strength.
The structure to hold, in this process.
Joy, anticipation, enthusiasm,
faith in the mystery, what will be.
Grace...
Letting go of....fear, doubt, the pain of birth,
anything that does not support this new birth,
what was...
Having complete trust and faith
to embrace this child
as a new life, a new way of being.
Bringing in all that sustains, maintains and celebrates.
Courage and greatness...
Delightful, this new life and way.
Continuing to birth, again and again,
more Light, more Love.
Holding in my hands,
my center, my heart, my Self
and All others, as they are me.
Painting  by Shiloh Sophia McCloud




Nancy Carlson: "I am an evolving poet, writing mostly as reflection, contemplation. But most recently, as a student of bhakti-yoga, as an expression of my devotion. I work as an Holistic Nurse Coach, yoga/meditation teacher and Reiki Master. You may contact me on Facebook here or via my website 'Joyful Healing' here. 







~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 

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  1. YFebruary 9, 2014 at 8:55 AM

    Thank you for this beautiful meditation on mothering of self. If only women would learn to fully birth themselves before giving birth to another.

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