it takes a village

birth story

I birthed my baby without any medical intervention, assistance or fear mongering. No midwife or doctor. Not at the hospital but at home. In the safety of our own nest. In today’s culture such a birth is coined as free birth. However since I had a doula present: Mama of Light by Roxanne. It is coined as a sovereign birth. Something I stand proudly for considering how few can call such an experience their own. During my entire pregnancy I had to deal with unsolicited horrific birth stories. Projected unto me in the hopes for therapy. Thankfully, I took it as a traumatic release. The opportunity to share what we all have been told, many many times before. That birthing is scary, painful, hard, dramatic, traumatic. I held space. For all the women that needed to off load. I held space and gently transmuted the energy into power once more. For I knew that that won’t be my story. So I stood there and absorbed. Taking note that the revolution bringing us closer to our bodies is being summoned. I am being summoned into action, into creation, once more. What a blessing to create life, to host it, and to bring it to light. The calling to be an embodied creator has saved me again and again. I am grateful and blessed to say that birthing my sun was sensational. A full fledged portal. Leading me to acknowledge the inherent wisdom hidden in the cultivation of embodied awareness. If only we could slow down and listen. Take note. Move our bodies through the emotions and thus from source. Before world leaders, or nation leaders or any leader speaks. It has to consult the realm of movement, sensations and breath (spirit) first. It has to call forth the sacred feminine: eros. Embody it and enable it to lead you further into compassion. For ourselves as the Earth, must remember that we are both and thus together whole. I am here today to dismantle, all the socially constructed beliefs that keeps us from further developing that sacred union. We are here to find God (oneness) within. That is my core believe. And that can only be done by entering the temple; embodiment as centre. The precious relationship with our bodies. From our senses, to movement, to how we are moved by the world. It is the lesson I stand for. I am soooooooo grateful, for all the dis-ease I felt growing up. I had to juggle with scoliosis, breathing difficulties and the insecurities of coming into the world through a caesarean birth. However I know that my spirit chose it as vital medicine, that will empower me to unfold. Into my most authentic creative expression. One attuned with love, one that remembers that the body is the temple through which the Creator can be felt and expressed.

And yes beloved. I dealt with the backlash. Heaps of people, especially women, mothers. That told me how irresponsible I was. How wild, how reckless. And yes beloved I’ll embrace my wildness. Raw, pure, without any clothes, without any pretension. Wild soul at the core. And thus I responded and carried my pregnancy in such a fashion. Moved everyday. And followed my body and how it needed me to behave. Few are the spaces that enable this. However I feel a constant sanctuary in Aruba’s landscape. I respond to the elements in a creative way. I am moved by the wind, caressing the earth leads me to sing, the water purifies and communicates written poetry again. I enable myself to be a channel. Completely present, feeling and sensing becomes the antennas. I am transmitting the ancient wisdom of the landscape. Through my performative interventions. I am remembering myself whole again, home. Cause there is no separation. There is the illusion of separation. Dissolving the borders is the ultimate game we are here to play. When I move from a state of elemental awareness with a sense of naturalness I reset all conditioning. I can’t help but view life this way. Live life this way. So yes wildness is my essence. And the path towards remembering. The vocation that I want to introduce today.