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After The Contraction- A Blissful EXPANSION!!

I love my contractions!! 

Well, that may be a bit of an exaggeration, but truly when I get on the other side of all that intensity–

The bliss, the opening, the EXPANSION is worth every contracted moment I experienced.

It is almost impossible to remember that when I am fully in it and every fiber of my being wants out..

Whether your contractions are in the physical act of labor, or emotional soul level contractions on your journey, our current patterns of resisting or numbing aren’t serving us, but only perpetuating the intensity.

Feeling the Contractions?

I’ve been thinking a lot about labor lately,–
particularly that circle of expansion and contraction that our bodies experience in the first stage.

That rhythm that underlies everything-
our breath,
the rise and fall of the sun,
the wax and wane of the moon,
ORGASM.

Expansion and contraction… 

For me, and for many, we are cycling fast and hard right now.

The Fall of Man? I Think Not.

There is something that deeply troubles me about our legacy….

That moment when a baby is born and a mother emerges is magical, sacred.. POWERFUL.. The highest of highs. Right?

On a personal level, for both parents, it is one of the major milestones of life. For the baby, it is literally LIFE itself.

On a global level, this moment ushers in the next generation of humanity.

It is DIVINE- the moment creation is actualized.

The FUTURE is literally being BORN.

A pivotal EXTRAordinary moment on the planet…

and yet our legacy declares that THIS is the moment that we will PUNISH WOMEN FOR THEIR SINS AGAINST MAN.

WHAAAAAaaaaaaaaat?

“P” is for Pleasure and Power and P**?

This guest blog post is by Jenny Braxton, Mama, birth visionary, educator & community leader and ECSTATIC BIRTH PRACTITIONER!

I entered my feminine form through the pelvic bowl of my mother, journeying from her womb out into the world on the day I was born. It was a long and arduous journey, devoid of pleasure.

{Until she held me in her arms, of course. Then let’s hope there was bliss.}

We all start life in a pelvic bowl, in the wombs of our mothers. From there, we are born into the world.

My entrance into the world was imprinted onto my being at a deep level, in what’s known as the limbic brain, that ancient, reptilian part of myself. My imprint was that becoming a mother is difficult and full of pain.

Jenny Braxton

Why I LOVE the Moon

We are entering the darkest days of the year here in New York.

Dark like the womb
Dark like the depths of the earth

Dark like these very places where seeds get planted and nurtured as they prepare to arrive on this planet.

This darkness is the heart of creation. It is in this darkness that the very seed of desire is sparked.

I love the moon because it shines in this darkness.
I love the sun too– how it wakes me with its beauty and vibrance, but the rhythm of the sun moves too quick for me, each day passing before I know it.

I love the moon because it cycles to the rhythm of my body.