For some reason that reminded me of something I wrote on a trip to the beach while pregnant with #2. I'm so glad to come back to it! I wrote it mostly for me, so I'm not sure how it translates for others, but I figured, what the heck. So, here it is....
Surfing to Birth
I’m watching the waves crash, in their timeless, powerful grace, on the shore. I think of our birth that approaches. I consider the prehistoric power the two share and I realize, somewhere in my soul, that I have equal control over both.
I’m thinking of how, like with birth, people approach the sea differently. There are those so intimidated by the possibilities of the sea that they never so much as venture, beyond their toes, into the water. They are so overwhelmed by the destructive possibilities that they never feel the beauty of the ocean’s intrinsic grace.
Then there are those who venture cautiously. They experience some of this romance, but are checked, by fear, to dive in. Their fear of this lack of control keeps them from knowing the full joy. They submerge themselves in the water, but rally against what they cannot control. They emerge prematurely, exhausted and bruised, certain that this is the cost paid to experience something so powerful and yet beyond their control.
I contemplate ocean goers like myself. I love the ocean, its vast endless body. I begin timid, but inevitably find myself diving through waves laughingly. I’ve had my share of bumps and scrapes. I am, at once, intimidated and fascinated by the violent possibilities surrounding me. I have been known to fight the current as often as I’ve ridden it, but am mostly secure in my ability to succumb to the ebb of the flow. I take comfort in the contrast of courage between myself and those so restrained, checked.
Then I realize I’ve forgotten some souls. I have a passing image of a champion surfer. This is the body who works hard; she paddles fast and furiously beyond the peaks, only to rise with them, sailing through the sky. She is glorified by the power of the sea! She celebrates her lack of control! What a powerful notion! Standing tall and strong on the frothy peak of nature’s power embodied in the substance we most need. I’ve always thought that surfers were just a certain kind of person, that I lacked the ability to ride those powerful crescents. I know, now, that –while surfing might come naturally to some with no help; those who are born knowing the soul of the sea- anyone can surf. Some of us have to learn, be lead, be shown how to mount those waves, but we all can.
We are created in water, born from water, and birth like the biggest body of water there is. The waves are powerful and intimidating. The underlying possibilities can be overwhelming. Like the ocean, there are many ways to deal with these waves, with the undertow that might sweep us out to certain destruction. Some may be handicapped by the unknown, some held in check, holding the full sensation at arm’s length. I’d always thought the best I could do was maintain myself, appreciate the waves and let them happen. There is more! I will NOT be held back by my lack of control. I will do more than tolerate the ebb and flow around me. I can ride gloriously atop the power of the swell! I will be empowered in the timeless dance I am a part of. I will release my control to a force bigger than myself and find, in doing so, the most powerful peak possible. I will surf my way to birth!
April 9, 2005
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