I love her innocence. Her kicks that are simply kicks, with no other purpose or motivation. She is not plagued by a mind yet with worries or stress or fear of judgment. She purely is. She may be aware. She tastes amniotic fluid. She experiences hiccups, but does not resist or get upset by having her third round of hiccups in a day. She floats. She experiments by touching her face and the cord. She explores her small environment. She is content. Or at least I hope and imagine she is content. She does not worry whether she will grow correctly. She just grows. She is dependent upon me wholly and trusts me, although she may not even be aware of this. She doesn't stress about whether I will eat enough or refrain from toxic substances.
Her life form is entirely dependent upon my sustenance and the perpetual motion of Life Force, that which gives her life. The invisible. God. Life energy. Creation. And yet she is not, because her soul IS her and her soul is not dependent upon me or any earthly force. However, the development of her body, which she needs to experience a life on this earth, is to a certain extent dependent upon her mother, me.
There is so much I can learn from her. Perhaps I should mimic her way of life. Join her in simply being. Be content. Be free of worries. Experience the present. Or at the very least I can enjoy her Way. It gives me peace knowing a being such as this resides in me and is a part of me. I treasure her presence, having her with me everywhere I go.
I know this is temporary, an experience gift from God, and so I take the time to adore the moment. To sit in silence with my hand on my belly and tune into her ever changing and growing movements. To focus solely on her and this experience of her within me. To send her love and give her praise and encouragement, not that she needs it but because I love her. And sustaining her to the best of my ability physically and mentally.
I dream about my future relationship with her, getting to know everything about this soul who has chosen me to be her mother, and I savor this time with her even more. That one day when she is a grown woman, I can look at her and fondly remember when my bond was just budding for her. I have several close relationships with other souls on earth and those who have passed away, but I was not aware until now of yet another who is coming to earth to be my daughter. I am eager and excited to meet a soul mate this way.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Our Baby
We create every day without realizing it. The thoughts and interpretations we spin on how we view events. The words we choose to articulate ourselves to another. We are dynamic innovative creatures. We create mud castles at the beach and new theories in physics. We create new ways of tackling a relationship problem and new ways of reaching a troubled child. To survive we must create.
My body creates new cells to heal a wound. I don't know how, it's mystifying. It doesn't involve any conscious thinking. It just happens. I repeatedly create another heart beat so that I can continue my life. I don't over think it. I don't think about it at all. Unconsciously my body and soul does this in joint effort.
This is also happening in my womb. I don't think through the steps. But somehow through the unconscious effort of intertwined DNA, my incubating body, this new soul, God, and spirituality, a human is being created inside of me.
I realize I'm not the first pregnant woman and I don't plan to act like it. However, my experience is unique and since I love to create with words, it's how I will share some of my evolving thoughts as I go through my first pregnancy. I've also started a pregnancy journal, written to our baby.
I never fully understood this idea of being a co-creator with God until now. I feel a profound gratitude that God allows my husband and I to have such an intimate contribution to God's creation. While I still view God as the creator of the soul and spirit that will inhabit this person, I am awed and honored to have such a role (and responsibility) in creating this baby's body. And then of course in guiding this little person through life. I am also awed by the idea of this person being a combination of my husband and myself. While I've always known this logically, I've never experienced it. My husband put it well. He said this baby is a culmination of not just our physiology, but of our 11 year relationship. The sweat and tears and love and joys we've put into this ever evolving imperfect but beautiful and genuine relationship.
The week that the heart started beating, I longed to know exactly when that very first beat began. I was struck with how this commencing heart would beat years beyond my own, as if it gave me glimpse into those unknown decades that my own eyes will never see.
We've decided to not tell anyone until I'm further along. My husband and I are private people and we want to keep some of this process special and private for us. As I write this, I'm almost 7 weeks and I enjoy having this little secret. I go to the store and none of the strangers know. I go to work, I see people I know, and no one knows about this tiny but growing secret. Half an inch long, about the size of a blueberry and yet so many parts are actively forming within this tiny being, even the lens of the eyes! How is this possible? I'm not even trying or consciously doing anything!
This is another eye-opening thing for me. My natural tendency, especially when I'm stressed is to over think and worry. After doing this for 32 years, I've somehow convinced myself that this works (although it really doesn't) and so I keep doing it. For some reason I think if I use my mind hard enough, I will come up with the perfect solution and everything will work out. When I was sitting in silence and meditating today with others, I became more aware of how much I do this, and how ineffective it is. And much like how my heart beats without conscious demand, this baby is plunging right along, with the help of its DNA, my body, life energy, and God. Without me having to use my mind. At all.
Do i still worry? Of course. My worry has ramped up the last few weeks. Google searches are a pregnant woman's worst enemy. I worry about whether I'm doing the right things, if the baby is okay, if anything is wrong. My mind is trying to do its half-crazed thing, but I'm certain it's not helping. Trusting the unconscious, the unseen, the unknown, is hard for a person like me. I've revered my thinking mind like the western world reveres its scientists. But the mind and the visible has its limitations.
Somehow this little person is still growing by means of these other forces. I'm in awe of this experience and know that this human is not just coming as a child for me to guide, but that this soul is coming to have a relationship with my husband and I, and has many things to teach the two of us.
A short story about this Violet:
I spent well over a year trying to get this violet to re-bloom. I re-potted it several months ago and still nothing happened. I'd almost given up. Soon after I found out I was pregnant, this single bloom appeared and it brought me joy!
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Changing Relationships
I'm not the same person I was ten years ago. My core self is the same, but many of the outward aspects are different such as my likes and dislikes, how I spend my time, what I think about, how I relate to others, how I handle stress, and what I wear. I once read that our bodies are physiologically different due to the death and regeneration of cells. Neuronal pathways change based on changes in behaviors and thought patterns.
Relationships change in much the same way. This didn't dawn on me until about ten years into my relationship with my husband. Not only is he different and I'm different but our relationship is much different than it was when we were 21, 25, or even a few years ago. It's in a constant state of motion, dynamic and changing. Our communication is different. How we spend our time together. The things we talk about. How we argue, how we resolve conflict. The essence of it, which is impossible to describe within the limitations of human language, is different. Which...if he's a different person, and so am I, then it makes sense that our relationship would also be different. It's the most apparent with my significant other since we're a huge part of each other's lives, but you'll see traces of it in other relationships too, with family, friends, and children. Your environment and life stages also affect your relationships. The interplay of those two things are much different now then when I first started dating my husband.
Before I understood this, I worried that something was wrong or it might mean the end of a relationship. Change usually feels icky and uncomfortable, especially if I don't understand it or don't have control over it. But if I can at least acknowledge the change and accept its existence (accept does not mean liking it), it usually helps. If you need to mourn the parts that are no longer there, then do that. There are some aspects of our 21-year-old relationship that I miss. Even simple things like staying up until 4 am and going to Steak and Shake for an early breakfast was practical when I was in college and had evening classes, but now we work day jobs with a regular routine. I miss that and now my husband and I joke when we're still out (but yawning) at midnight.
"Losing" those things makes room for uncovering the new aspects of your relationship. We developed a new "tradition" of rotating restaurants we go to for brunch on some weekends. The key is adapting and accepting. This applies to deeper seated aspects of the relationship also. Some parts are "lost", but new parts are shiny and ready for you to discover.
How might this topic affect those who are engaged and those considering divorce? Or those going through a rough patch? I'm neither supporting or discouraging marriage or divorce. Would it give relief or might it scare those who are engaged? Would it affirm those in the process of divorce or make them second guess their decision?
Can you think of any relationships that are exactly the same as they were ten years ago? I know I can't.
Relationships change in much the same way. This didn't dawn on me until about ten years into my relationship with my husband. Not only is he different and I'm different but our relationship is much different than it was when we were 21, 25, or even a few years ago. It's in a constant state of motion, dynamic and changing. Our communication is different. How we spend our time together. The things we talk about. How we argue, how we resolve conflict. The essence of it, which is impossible to describe within the limitations of human language, is different. Which...if he's a different person, and so am I, then it makes sense that our relationship would also be different. It's the most apparent with my significant other since we're a huge part of each other's lives, but you'll see traces of it in other relationships too, with family, friends, and children. Your environment and life stages also affect your relationships. The interplay of those two things are much different now then when I first started dating my husband.
Before I understood this, I worried that something was wrong or it might mean the end of a relationship. Change usually feels icky and uncomfortable, especially if I don't understand it or don't have control over it. But if I can at least acknowledge the change and accept its existence (accept does not mean liking it), it usually helps. If you need to mourn the parts that are no longer there, then do that. There are some aspects of our 21-year-old relationship that I miss. Even simple things like staying up until 4 am and going to Steak and Shake for an early breakfast was practical when I was in college and had evening classes, but now we work day jobs with a regular routine. I miss that and now my husband and I joke when we're still out (but yawning) at midnight.
"Losing" those things makes room for uncovering the new aspects of your relationship. We developed a new "tradition" of rotating restaurants we go to for brunch on some weekends. The key is adapting and accepting. This applies to deeper seated aspects of the relationship also. Some parts are "lost", but new parts are shiny and ready for you to discover.
How might this topic affect those who are engaged and those considering divorce? Or those going through a rough patch? I'm neither supporting or discouraging marriage or divorce. Would it give relief or might it scare those who are engaged? Would it affirm those in the process of divorce or make them second guess their decision?
Can you think of any relationships that are exactly the same as they were ten years ago? I know I can't.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
The Misnomer of "Feminist Movement"
The feminist movement has missed the point, or at least half the point. I had this epiphany the other day when I was reading an article about feminism. I was raised to embrace independence in women. Equality, respect, assertiveness, self esteem, drive, career goals, all of it. I don't recall what exactly I was reading, but it suddenly dawned on me that feminism has often been defined as women acting more like men. I've always known intuitively that this was happening, but to view it within the framework of the feminist movement was appalling.
It's about embracing male characteristics in women. Not a bad thing in itself. I'm all about a culture that accepts a woman who is analytical, strong, and assertive. However, what saddens me is that in order for a woman to become a CEO in this society, the way she gets there is by only showing her masculine characteristics.
Male=strong=powerful=CEO. Female=nurturing=(perceived) weak=not a CEO. Remember when Hilary Clinton cried? I don't recall her being applauded for that.
We may think we've made great progress, but America is still steroids-heavy on male traits. Male characteristics are the ideal. They equal power, America's crack. And we've never seen it go through power withdrawals. I wonder what that would look like.
When I think about all the instances that led to where I'm at in my career, it was because I polished up my male characteristics. I had to show assertion and self confidence at job interviews. I had to speak with authority and conviction during class presentations. I had to show these traits during my internship and first post graduate job. When I feel emotional about a client's story, I hide my emotions and tears from them for fear of not looking professional or capable.
Carl Jung is a psychologist who explored unconscious universal archetypes. These are aspects of personality that are present in all humans. They take shape as thoughts and images. All humans have a masculine and feminine side to them. Yin and Yang. Action and reflection. Dominance and passivity. This is separate from biological sex and even gender. It might be thought of as how the spirit is androgynous.
Carl Jung used the terms anima and animus. The anima is the feminine side of a man and animus is the masculine side of a woman. As a culture we don't accept feminine traits in females, and especially not in males. This isn't a reference to homosexuality or transgender individuals. I'm referring to feminine tendencies (anima) such as sensitivity, receptivity, reflection, nurturing, gentleness, and intuition that are often repressed in men. And male tendencies (animus) of courage, assertiveness, analytical thought, decisiveness, and drive that women are beginning to access through the "feminist" movement.
For example, some of my male traits are drive, perfectionism,and criticism (of myself), which tends to attack my female side. This might be effective in the American workforce and job interview, but it stifles my creativity. Perfectionism and self criticism slaughter most of my creative ideas before they have a chance to bud. It's like I'm going through life with only the right side of my body. The right limbs break the left and I'm only accessing half of my Self. No wonder I'm limping, stumbling along in some areas of life.
I discovered this when I went on a retreat in a community that embraces Jung and his follower's ideas. I was sharing my writer's block despair with someone, and they suggested my male side (traits) might be dominating and attacking my female side (traits). I'd never thought of it that way before. Read more about my retreat experience.
I can't do Jung's work any justice in a single blog post, but here's something from Wikipedia (under anima/animus) that goes a little deeper: "Because a man's sensitivity must often be repressed, the anima is one of the most significant autonomous complexes of all. It is said to manifest itself by appearing in dreams. It also influences a man's interactions with women and his attitudes toward them and vice versa for females and the animus." We project our anima/animus on people we're in relationships with (of the opposite sex). This is fascinating!
Feminism is a misnomer because we're not about embracing feminine characteristics. It should be called the "masculinist movement." Please just call it for what it is: In order to be treated as equals women have had to act more like men.
I'm sure you noticed that "masculinist" is not actually a word. There is no equivalent to "feminist". That alone should clue us in.
It might be better suited to have a "masculinist movement" that encourages men to acknowledge their intuition, sensitivity, and tenderness.
It's about embracing male characteristics in women. Not a bad thing in itself. I'm all about a culture that accepts a woman who is analytical, strong, and assertive. However, what saddens me is that in order for a woman to become a CEO in this society, the way she gets there is by only showing her masculine characteristics.
Male=strong=powerful=CEO. Female=nurturing=(perceived) weak=not a CEO. Remember when Hilary Clinton cried? I don't recall her being applauded for that.
We may think we've made great progress, but America is still steroids-heavy on male traits. Male characteristics are the ideal. They equal power, America's crack. And we've never seen it go through power withdrawals. I wonder what that would look like.
When I think about all the instances that led to where I'm at in my career, it was because I polished up my male characteristics. I had to show assertion and self confidence at job interviews. I had to speak with authority and conviction during class presentations. I had to show these traits during my internship and first post graduate job. When I feel emotional about a client's story, I hide my emotions and tears from them for fear of not looking professional or capable.
Carl Jung is a psychologist who explored unconscious universal archetypes. These are aspects of personality that are present in all humans. They take shape as thoughts and images. All humans have a masculine and feminine side to them. Yin and Yang. Action and reflection. Dominance and passivity. This is separate from biological sex and even gender. It might be thought of as how the spirit is androgynous.
Carl Jung used the terms anima and animus. The anima is the feminine side of a man and animus is the masculine side of a woman. As a culture we don't accept feminine traits in females, and especially not in males. This isn't a reference to homosexuality or transgender individuals. I'm referring to feminine tendencies (anima) such as sensitivity, receptivity, reflection, nurturing, gentleness, and intuition that are often repressed in men. And male tendencies (animus) of courage, assertiveness, analytical thought, decisiveness, and drive that women are beginning to access through the "feminist" movement.
For example, some of my male traits are drive, perfectionism,and criticism (of myself), which tends to attack my female side. This might be effective in the American workforce and job interview, but it stifles my creativity. Perfectionism and self criticism slaughter most of my creative ideas before they have a chance to bud. It's like I'm going through life with only the right side of my body. The right limbs break the left and I'm only accessing half of my Self. No wonder I'm limping, stumbling along in some areas of life.
I discovered this when I went on a retreat in a community that embraces Jung and his follower's ideas. I was sharing my writer's block despair with someone, and they suggested my male side (traits) might be dominating and attacking my female side (traits). I'd never thought of it that way before. Read more about my retreat experience.
I can't do Jung's work any justice in a single blog post, but here's something from Wikipedia (under anima/animus) that goes a little deeper: "Because a man's sensitivity must often be repressed, the anima is one of the most significant autonomous complexes of all. It is said to manifest itself by appearing in dreams. It also influences a man's interactions with women and his attitudes toward them and vice versa for females and the animus." We project our anima/animus on people we're in relationships with (of the opposite sex). This is fascinating!
Feminism is a misnomer because we're not about embracing feminine characteristics. It should be called the "masculinist movement." Please just call it for what it is: In order to be treated as equals women have had to act more like men.
I'm sure you noticed that "masculinist" is not actually a word. There is no equivalent to "feminist". That alone should clue us in.
It might be better suited to have a "masculinist movement" that encourages men to acknowledge their intuition, sensitivity, and tenderness.
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Autumn
This moment. Fleeting, but I grasped it for a few seconds this morning. Too many times, I get caught up in my life and I miss the fall season. Suddenly it's November and very brown. I don't know how this happens. But this morning while driving through rolling green hills peppered with cows, I was awed by the splash of colors. The sun was brilliant, which is best for showing off the leaves. I noticed that this moment is part of the autumn peak. The glorious reds, oranges, yellows, greens, and deep purples. Vibrant and healthy. The leaves aren't dead yet. A mix of green and autumn confetti. They're making their loud finale, grand performance. Soon it will transition to browns and burnt colors. As I grasped this, I noticed how many of the trees look like they've been touched by an artist's paint brush. Just the tips on this one, a corner on another, broad strokes for another. The perfect array of a 1000 shades of orange. As if an artist had diligently worked last night to blend the colors, insert the intricate details of brown bark and green stems, and shivered in anticipation that I would awaken to this surprise. The peak of autumn is short, a couple of weeks. I didn't miss it this year.
P.S. On a sunny day, notice the difference in the leaves in mid morning light compared to dusk kissed light, and all the variations in between. My favorite is mid morning.
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