Radicalness of 2023

 It's a real shit show out there. But, after an online grief workshop I feel my capacity shifted and expanded. What gift life can give you even in the midst of your own turmoil, the gift to hold space for others. It's all about stretching and playing into radicalness. It's year 2023, and the challenges humans face I wonder where our ingenuity is, our innovatedness, our collective uprising...shouldn't we all have the ability to be radical, to be more radical than the previous generation. Gosh, are millennials doing anything for humanity these days? 

Well, I think I am. Year 2022, I brought back a force of nature man could not, should not ever intervene in...my daughter's birth, my first born at the age of 33. All in a hotel bathtub, with my partner, now husband, we birthed into a family end of May amongst ourselves. Life, death, birth...birth was not on my list to ever accomplish. To learn about life, yes, to learn about death, yes, to learn about motherhood, well of course, but to learn about birth...that was never something I thought would be for me. I endured a painful past of childhood abuse, I endured a sexual assault, I made poor relationship choices, endured weak friendships, and overcame a lot of obstacles to push through and carry myself to my dreams. 

I had endured life, I went on to endure and enjoy life before becoming a mother, una Madre. My daughter was seen in my dreams while in a whole different relationship than the man I am married to now. When that dream happened, I was sad, confused, mad, and angry. Never spoke of it to my partner at the time but after that relationship I was so on edge as to: will this be the one?

Zero medical interventions, assistance with the use of plant medicines, I endured a very beautiful, still challenging pregnancy, and I would say a normal birth. 42 weeks I estimated her arrival at, and I was super proud and ecstatic that I believed in myself the whole way through. In that bathtub I called upon the ancestors to bring me through such a transition, the mother calling me into my duties and leaving maidenhood behind. 

Writing this small excerpt of my life to share how we can return back to ourselves, no book needed, no manual, no $500 workshop or society to join in order to do what the body is designed to do, carry life and birth. The wombs are calling us back. It is the power of her flower that is called to be reclaimed. Become radical.