I have never shared this, or anything else from my personal journal, but I felt the desire to share this with someone and here I knew that I will not be looked at as too crazy. Everyone else I know IRL wouldn't quite understand. So if you have a moment, you can peruse my thoughts of what I did with the placenta from my daughter's birth and my thoughts about it. Beware, it is a little long! FYI - B__ is my ds and A__ is my dh. Thank you!
“…I wanted to honor my body and our bodies’ connection and finalize the healing experience that her birth was. I defrosted her placenta and made a few prints of it. They are not the high art I have seen on some placenta prints but they are special. I examined it over and over and I just felt wonderful touching it. I was even able to hold up the membranes to see her beautiful first home. I was amazed at how thick and strong they were. After I had my fill of loving it, I put it in water to make placenta essence. I sat the vase it was in outside and was very excited to learn that that night was a new moon! What a wonderful time to create this! Now I know why I waited and didn’t do it a few days ago like I had planned. My deepest soul knew to wait just a few days for that important moon time. I let it sit overnight until the new moon came – although I did bring it inside and sat it under a window overnight since it was going to freeze that night. I can’t describe how beautiful it looked in the water! It looked so clean and soft. I could see all the veins branching out and the membranes just softly floating – it was almost like looking at her inside of me! How beautiful! I took off the cord (which was also strong and amozing) when I steeped the placenta and I spiraled it on some art paper. I took a picture but I think I might save the actual cord too. The whole time I was doing this I was listening to the beautiful, feminine music of my “Vision” cd. B___ was actually awake and watching me and I talked with him about what I was doing. The next day I took the placenta out of the water and performed the next step to placenta essence and I set the placenta aside in the fridge. To finish the essence I only need a bottle with a dropper, then I can use it as a supplement. I have a lot of it! I actually wasn’t sure what to do with the remaining placenta until today. I don’t feel quite right about burying it and I was going to put it in to the composter but it just seems like it shouldn’t be contaminated with simple kitchen scraps. But then I realized what would be perfect. I think I will dehydrate it in the oven, grind it into a powder, and scatter it back into the earth – probably in Shenandoah National Park. Hopefully that will work as well as I would like. It will also be easy to store until then. A__, of course, doesn’t quite understand all this. Not that I blame him. If you had told me that I would be doing all this and enjoying it so much a year and a half ago, I probably wouldn’t have believed you. I don’t really blame him for not wanting a gooey organ in the fridge though! He doesn’t have the emotional attachment to it so he is kind of grossed out by it. At least with it in powder form I can store it indefinately where ever I like without it bothering him or running the risk of it getting thrown out by mistake.
So I guess by now with me having done all this most people would classify me as the weirdest of weird – but oh well. I care less and less about what other people think these days. I know many, many years ago this wouldn’t have been such a big deal but we have just gotten so far away from our elemental selves. I am pleased to have been able to claim my birthright as a woman-mother and express it how I see fit. I hope I can be a witness for other modern women to reconnect with their own bodies and elemental natures. I want to help create a generation of strong, powerful women who raise our daughters as strong, powerful women who are not afraid of their bodies, and raise our sons as strong, powerful men who will support women, and are not afraid of women or their inherent power as creators”
Peace,
“…I wanted to honor my body and our bodies’ connection and finalize the healing experience that her birth was. I defrosted her placenta and made a few prints of it. They are not the high art I have seen on some placenta prints but they are special. I examined it over and over and I just felt wonderful touching it. I was even able to hold up the membranes to see her beautiful first home. I was amazed at how thick and strong they were. After I had my fill of loving it, I put it in water to make placenta essence. I sat the vase it was in outside and was very excited to learn that that night was a new moon! What a wonderful time to create this! Now I know why I waited and didn’t do it a few days ago like I had planned. My deepest soul knew to wait just a few days for that important moon time. I let it sit overnight until the new moon came – although I did bring it inside and sat it under a window overnight since it was going to freeze that night. I can’t describe how beautiful it looked in the water! It looked so clean and soft. I could see all the veins branching out and the membranes just softly floating – it was almost like looking at her inside of me! How beautiful! I took off the cord (which was also strong and amozing) when I steeped the placenta and I spiraled it on some art paper. I took a picture but I think I might save the actual cord too. The whole time I was doing this I was listening to the beautiful, feminine music of my “Vision” cd. B___ was actually awake and watching me and I talked with him about what I was doing. The next day I took the placenta out of the water and performed the next step to placenta essence and I set the placenta aside in the fridge. To finish the essence I only need a bottle with a dropper, then I can use it as a supplement. I have a lot of it! I actually wasn’t sure what to do with the remaining placenta until today. I don’t feel quite right about burying it and I was going to put it in to the composter but it just seems like it shouldn’t be contaminated with simple kitchen scraps. But then I realized what would be perfect. I think I will dehydrate it in the oven, grind it into a powder, and scatter it back into the earth – probably in Shenandoah National Park. Hopefully that will work as well as I would like. It will also be easy to store until then. A__, of course, doesn’t quite understand all this. Not that I blame him. If you had told me that I would be doing all this and enjoying it so much a year and a half ago, I probably wouldn’t have believed you. I don’t really blame him for not wanting a gooey organ in the fridge though! He doesn’t have the emotional attachment to it so he is kind of grossed out by it. At least with it in powder form I can store it indefinately where ever I like without it bothering him or running the risk of it getting thrown out by mistake.
So I guess by now with me having done all this most people would classify me as the weirdest of weird – but oh well. I care less and less about what other people think these days. I know many, many years ago this wouldn’t have been such a big deal but we have just gotten so far away from our elemental selves. I am pleased to have been able to claim my birthright as a woman-mother and express it how I see fit. I hope I can be a witness for other modern women to reconnect with their own bodies and elemental natures. I want to help create a generation of strong, powerful women who raise our daughters as strong, powerful women who are not afraid of their bodies, and raise our sons as strong, powerful men who will support women, and are not afraid of women or their inherent power as creators”
Peace,
