Motherhood brought me to the garden. What is a garden but a womb, a space fecund with creative potential. After years adrift in the barren desert of craving the child who would not come, I lay awed by the vastness of the infinitesimally small miracle happening within me when pregnancy reached my awareness. A new life from the tiniest of seeds taking root within. The surreally visceral experience of growing another human blew my mind, as my familiar, socially programmed brain-led self shut down fuse by fuse, far more powerful bodily processes flickering steadily on as rising belly subsumed me. There was no choice but to surrender; still I fought it. I did not understand it, I had yet no blueprint for it. This was uncharted territory, I was an explorer unknowingly thrust onto pre-colonial lands.
Oh my - this reads like a prayer and a song. Love it.
This is beautiful. Thank you💚