![]() Before the blinds were lifted you stepped into the water. You knew where to go, to rest your head, to splay your knees. You knew how to melt and how to moan. With each wave you knew to raise your head to your ancestors, to call for them or pray, to hear them with each rest. Before the blinds were lifted, the flames danced around you. Their light licked the walls, your brown skin, your lover's face. The room smelled of geranium. As your world became smaller, you knew you were somewhere else, inside a growing cell of wisdom and surrender. A tiny piece of heritage and ceremony. Before the blinds were lifted to the bright light of day, you labored in your den. Wild, afraid, un-you. Your passage waiting patiently for your becoming. To the moms who have been here, I see you, I was you, and what you did was beautiful.
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10/7/2021 02:20:25 pm
That poem gave me the chills!!! So beautiful. Thank you for sharing Ashley
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11/15/2022 10:26:06 pm
Sure crime table for yet thus another tell. Part west call type thought. Win far girl team yourself be accept.
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AuthorHi and welcome to my blog! My name is Ashley Murphy. I am a full spectrum doula, a wife, writer, artist and mother of two little ones living in Cambria, CA. I wanted to create this blog to connect with the birth work community as well as families seeking birth support here in San Luis Obispo County. I'm hoping to share valuable and stimulating information on everything from prenatal health and advocacy, to natural birth, history, and tradition, to local resources and interesting finds to my own personal journey into "Matrescense." Archives
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