Fear met me uninvited and took charge. I found myself naked in a storm midst the roar of thunder and stab of lightening.
Birth holds mystery, both the dark and the beautiful. I find fear and pain there. I find grace. I experience dying and receiving life. I catch heaven's scent. I'm flogged by menacing curse. And in and through and around it all throbs aching love.
Fear gave me a whipping. I was disappointed to lack the energy to delight over the treasure nested in my arms. I simply felt relief that it was over.
I decided I would adopt my next child.
And that is how the first of three brothers came to us four years ago. I'm still exploring the mystery of it.
It's vulnerable, I know. Yet would you share a little of your birth story here?