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  • why African babies don’t cry?

    From J. Claire K. Niala‘s observation, the reasons are, as shared by her grandmother:

    1. Offer the breast every single moment that your baby is upset – even if you have just fed her.

    2. Co-sleep. Many times you can feed your baby before they are fully awake, which will allow them to go back to sleep easier and get you more rest.

    3. Always take a flask of warm water to bed with you at night to keep you hydrated and the milk flowing.

    4. Make feeding your priority (especially during growth spurts) and get everyone else around you to do as much as they can for you. There is very little that cannot wait.

  • emotional vitality

    the very things that we require to stay emotionally vital: community, ritual, nature, compassion, reflection, beauty and love.

    nature – checked 🙂

    reflection, beauty, compassion – somehow started 😛 [I’m modest, I know 🙂 ]

    the rest – on the way!

    I feel ritual is the most far from me… I am with it…

    community – I yearn for this!

  • grief is life changing…

    I never would have thought what raw, searing grief and sorrow could bring out the most tender, generous, compassionate, and loving sides of total strangers. It was exquisite. I will carry this with me for the rest of my life. I saw in the darkest corners of our grief and pain, something very beautiful. Suffering compels us to reach. When you find a channel for your rage and deepest suffering, and there’s another hand there reaching back, what lies in the wake of it all, is finally – blessed peace. Calm. Nothing has changed about your loss… it’s still there. But your relationship with it  had been greatly altered. You have been and held tenderly.  You have been drained. And then you can open yourself  up again. You can start to rebuild in that annihilated place.

    Billie, personal note to Francis Weller,

    used with permission, in book “The Wild Edge of Sorrow”

  • Soul’s speed

    Story told to Francis Weller by his mentor, Clarke…

     

    Clarke reached to his left, place his hand over a large rock lying on a table, and said: “This is my clock, I operate at geological speed and if you are going to work with the soul, you need to learn this rhythm, because this is how the soul moves. And It hates this (pointing to a clock on the wall).”

     

    Excerpt from The Wild Edge of Sorrow” by Francis Weller

  • today: sacredbirthing.ro

    Today I reserved, paid for and installed the sacredbirthing.ro domain…

     

    I feel humble and powerful at the same time… warm hearted about the potentiality of what this may be(come)…

    I was with initiating this space for a long time… and today morning I knew it was time for this one more step ahead.

    I’ve been with it…

    Since I knew there are more to women then what the naked eye sees…

    Since I knew that the mothers ARE goddesses…

    Since I knew babies and (some) children (still) have wings…

    Since I read feminitate.org the first time, back in 2014…

    Since I physically met Andreea, Mihaela…

    Since Pearl offered/offers me so much, even if she or other spirit has not fully embodied… yet…

    Since I’ve read Sunni

    Since I met… meet myself again and again, in mirror of other women also… going deeper and deeper… surfacing to take air… feeling, hurting, healing, laughing, breathing… breathing!

    Since… eons…

     

    Cooked inside for a long conventional time… geological time 🙂

     

    Here it is….

    May it be…

    Carrying for a new humanity, with love & light,

    <3

    Amen

  • O Aurora vestitoare! 🙂

    M-anclin in fata ta, FEMEIE,

    Zeita plina de iubire

    Tu care ESTI iubire, plina!

    Deschizi suflete si primesti

    Ingeri cu aripi de oameni…

    Oameni cu aripi de ingeri…?

    Ce mai conteaza?!…

     

    TU, femeie, zana…goddess…

    Bine-ai fost daruit-o aurora

    Sosita dupa miez de noapte!

    O aurora vestitoare…

    Un inceput .. sau continuare…?

     

    Si tu, BARBATE, insotitor de drum,

    Ferice esti sa prinzi in palme

    Asa minune vestitoare!

     

    O, AURORA! Tu esti zeita zorilor,

    Tu, Aurora, deschizi portile Soarelui

    Si sufletelor celor ce te-au primit

    In palme, in brate si in casa.

     

    ESTE magie,

    Curgatoare ca apa,

    Plina de Iubire,

    Incredere si Pace.

     

    Fie-va casa plina de lumina,

    De buna vestire…

    De buna venire…

    De iubire…

     

    Azi… si in fiecare zi.

    Ma-nclin

    _/\_

     

    … cu Oana si Aurora in suflet …

  • Ordinary

    Are you Musk? Or amber?

    You scent is intoxicating!

     

    The clay answers back…

    I am just a humble piece of clay.

    But for a day or two

    I’ve kept the fellowship of roses.

    It’s their companionship

    that has had an impact on me.

    Otherwise, I am just ordinary clay.

  • embraced by softness

    today I didn’t know if I want to be on the mat

    in the last days, weeks, I haven’t been… (since 3.09).

    I came anyway… as I did some other times, trusting the “I don’t know” and being with the … let’s see what’s coming… unfolding, being informed…

    there was a softness, embracing me the whole practice… soft, grater then me…

    I was offered a big embrace of softness…

    I was RECEIVING this softness…

    even if my upper back, shoulders and neck was stiff (at least in the first half of the practice)…

    even when I am mechanistic in the asana…

    this softness was with me all along today on the mat…

    supporting me…

    I was offered a surprisingly spacious breath

    I feel my core regaining a soft vitality

    not hurting anymore

    for the first time since Pearl left again, I felt the warmth of my womb

    I can receive,

    I am embraced… by something greater then me

     

    tat tvam asi

  • Coleman’s bed

    Be taught now, among the trees and rocks,

    how the discarded is woven into shelter,

    learn the way things hidden and unspoken

    slowly proclaim their voice into the world.

    Find that inward symmetry

    to all outward appearances, apprentice

    yourself to yourself, begin to welcome back

    all you sent away, be a new annunciation,

    make yourself a door through which

    to be hospitable, even to the stranger in you.

    River Flow: New and Selected Poems, David Whyte, 2007

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