Today’s my beautiful boy’s birthday. Yesterday I ‘went back’ to that evening… I’d invited all my girlfriends around for dinner. They’d all come together to scrub and shine the new flat I’d just moved into. I was ready to pop… delivery day was imminent. It appeared… baby was a bit hesitant in coming out… I was presumably overdue.
I was having a home birth… I was so happy about that. I was thirty six and back in 1984 that was considered old to be giving birth for the first time. Jeez… at 36 I was pretty fit.
What I was remembering was my giggles as the first contractions appeared… all my girlfriends still there, chatting after dinner. I was going into labour. The midwife was called.
The giggles of course morph into things way bigger… as the time progresses. But I’ll always remember that morning… sun was rising… some brave girlfriends still there… as I began to push. My friend who was supposed to be taking pics… fainted. I’ll always hear my dear French friend’s lovely voice repeating ‘maraleen… eh’s talking, eh’s talking.’
I was writing pages in my journal this morning… remembering that time back then and the journey of my life these last 38yrs.
Now bravely conjuring another adventure… everything changes all the time. We learn new ways. This major epoch we’re wizzing through together… is demanding this.
I learn new ways of being me… I’m always in the here and now. What an outstanding adventure life is. I’m soooo glad I have a glimmer of the enthusiasm I used to see so clearly when my son was a child. I need that flame… to keep my flame going. It gets dim at times… I get a bit world weary… I’m always active in one way or another.
Even if it’s consciously resting.
Self Love will be our saviour… and we continue learning. Love and nurturing are so so important.
Much Love… 🌺🐸🌺
Marilyn’s Magick🌺 