378a445020743408715c4111ffb81adaSometimes it just takes guts. Sometimes we can’t think our way to a solution. We can’t whine our way to the answer. We can’t emote our way to healing. Sometimes it just takes guts and putting one foot in front of the other and doing the thing we think we cannot do, facing that thing we think we cannot face.

I haven’t been writing lately. I’ve been gutting it out, head down, leaning into the pain. Pushing through, breathing the baby into the birth canal. She’s so ready to be born, so done with carrying the weight of the past, so ripe for life.

There’s a bit more pushing to be done before I can embrace the miracle of birth that will set her free, though it feels as though the hardest work is done. The months of sickness and burden, the trimesters of struggle and straining toward freedom and understanding.

A new consciousness has awoken. A new beginning is at hand. Birth, life, death. Birth, life, death. The cycle of life continues unfolding the fullness of you, the fullness of me. Lean into the pain. Gut it out. Let the birth take place. It simply needs your cooperation and above all else, your fearlessness.

Gut It Out
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  • October 13, 2014 at 8:27 pm
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    My mother’s death has meant recycling many of her things into a new life. The birth pangs are agony, but we will get through it, focusing on the future.

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    • October 13, 2014 at 8:55 pm
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      The loss of a loved one, especially our mothers, is so very painful. I found that for a time I wanted to hang on to everything she had touched. I remembered finally how important it was to her to take care of those in need and those she loved. Then the giving away became about carrying on her legacy, not hanging on to my attachment to her. The process of dispensing her worldly goods was a significant part of my grieving process.

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