November 10th, 2015. Rowan, aka Baby R, made her appearance into our lives. 7 pounds 10 ounces of fury rolled into a tiny human. Thank the Gods for blessing us.
Her nickname is kitten. She’s a happy, quiet newborn, makes tiny little sounds much like a kitten. Until something sets her off, and she roars not unlike He-Man’s Battlecat.
The leaves have all but gone,
the mighty river slows down.
Mother Earth inhales a deep sigh of contentment.
“It is time to sleep”, the crow caws.
The wheel continues to turn.
Took that photo during one of my walks home from my son’s school. Everything has an ominous tone to it lately. I can’t put my finger on it. Maybe my hormones, as my personal wheel is turning quite fast.
At best, I have four more days till the birth of the new one. Every day, the physical things I can do, become less and less. The back pain and contractions become more intense. I’ve been here before. I know this routine. What’s changed is my awareness. The dance the pregnant mother does between life and death, during those moments when time stands still.
The Goddess watches and waits. I’ve been headblind with so much lately. I know She is there. She will dance with me when the time comes. There is comfort in that.
I started this blog with the hopes of reaching anyone that feels the way I did/do. I walk an eclectic path. It is lonely. I am comfortable in that lonliness now. I was not, when I started.
Setting up my Ostara altar, and intuition said something is off. First I thought it was the altar itself. Stones, offerings, candles, everything was “right”. I took to the tarot to get an idea of what was going on.
Total surprise. Hubby and I had given up by now. We are blessed with one on this plane, and many angels. After our loss last August, I revisited my spiritual path with a vengeance. I was determined to find peace in what I have.
And I was close. I was content with our family of 3. Started planning our summer full of busy busy busy. Rock concerts, hiking, patio drinking good times.
March 21st was the positive hpt. March 21st was also Ostara. How fitting.
And so there is a slight deviation to the plan. This will still be a path walking spiritual blog.
Because my faith has never been tested quite like it is now. “Trust the journey”. I have hopes. I always do. But this time I will enjoy this pregnancy for however long it lasts. And seek the blessings when the road gets tough.
(And this proves the old adage that “when you stop trying, babies happen.”)