A Precious Pause

This New Year’s felt different. Confusing, almost. Two years ago felt charged, electric, and I found myself writing about moving, breathing through the eclipse, through the ring of fire. This one felt like a moment lost in time. I felt like I was caught in some sort of limbo, not sure whether to move or do nothing. Hovering, in a way, wondering if this was failure or preparing to fly. And then I remembered. I know this feeling.

I realised it was another fork in the road of life and birth. And, from my perspective, the best thing to do when you come to a fork is to find a way to get clarity and higher perspective. Close the curtains, remove the outside noise, breathe, surrender, and release low density expectation (your own and others).

In so many births there is a moment where things appear to stall. The intense waves that got everyone excited suddenly wash out. And, in a setting that operates on the energy of clock watching, pressure, go go go and monitoring performance, this ebb makes people uneasy. It’s seen, or felt, as time wasted and failure. And if it’s not going and flowing then those who believe they are in charge feel it’s their duty or protocol to intervene… put on hero capes and save the day, regardless of the baby or mother’s state of being.

This is a choice point where many mothers are made to believe they no longer have a choice. Made to believe they no longer know what they are doing. Made to believe they don’t know what their bodies are doing. Made to believe someone else needs to deliver the goods, so to speak.

What many mothers aren’t aware of, is that there is wisdom in this pause. It’s a pause inviting them to retreat to the safety and warmth of the womb. Ancient wisdom within the creative cells of their being. Wisdom that whispers: “Pause, while we gather our strength.” It whisper to you to rest, re-ground, realign, connect deeply with your baby, your creation. Whispers asking you to recharge and throw clocks and impatience to the wind.

Others in the room not lovingly attuned to your energy and the incoming energy of your baby won’t know the language of those whispers. What they don’t know they cannot comprehend, let alone respect. They don’t speak a language of birth that knows that sometimes sleeping and appearing to do absolutely nothing is the most productive thing a mother, a creator, can do. They only look to the surface, to the show, unaware that beneath the surface the earth is shifting. Your earth.

Let it. Shift with it. Let the call at the choice point come from within you.