Men fight for power, women fight for life.
Woman fights to carry and give birth to the life in her womb. She fights to feed and keep safe the child she brought to life.
When men fight for the power, woman suffers the death of the fighting men, for all these men were brought forth through her body and heart.
Woman fights for life, because it is all she knows. She creates it, carries it, nurtures it and weeps over the loss of it.
The heart of woman is in pain as she watches the wanton destruction of the life she worked so hard to create and fought to protect.
The heart of a woman breaks as she is ridiculed, violated and thrown aside. When she is forcefully silenced by those who should protect her, those whom she loves.
A woman’s heart weeps as she arms herself to fight against life for life itself.
A woman’s heart is never silenced…
Posted in Life, Musings, Uncategorized
Tagged birth, care, create, fight, heart, life, love, nurture, pain, protection, weeping, woman
This is the (shortened) story of how I gave birth to my last child at home. It was a beautiful September day and I had worked during the day, giving aromatherapy treatments. In the afternoon my body told me “stop and go home”, so I did. I pottered around the house, cooked dinner for my family and did homework with the children. At 8pm the water broke and I put the 3 children to bed while a storm starting brewing outside. At 10pm my contractions were accelerating quickly, as was the storm – by now trying to take the roof of the house and flatten the forest around us. The electricity was gone so we lit a fire in the living-room and got water from the well (no water without electricity). We called the midwife who said she’d come at once. Considering that she had about 60 km to go in the very bad storm, I prepared myself for giving birth alone with my hubby. The children were sleeping soundly, so I did not have to concentrate on them.
I had a blend to use for massage during the contractions to help relax me; Lavender (Lavandula augustifolia), Ylang-Ylang (Cananga odorata) and Mandarine (Citrus reticulata). Hubby massaged my lower back during the contractions, and in between we danced. Dancing is a brilliant way of helping baby down the passage and it keeps mum moving and happy. The more you move your hips, the easier the baby comes.
At 11.30pm the midwife and her assistant came, dodging falling trees all along the way – midwives must be amongst the bravest people on earth! By now we had moved into birth-state in the living-room; candles, a fire and Neroli (Citrus aurantium ssp amara var. pumilla) in the diffuser. The ladies hugged me and moved into the kitchen to leave us alone until it was time for Baby to come. Right before midnight they came back into the room, just in time to sit by while Baby exited. (Apparently they could hear that it was time by the sounds I made) That’s all they did, they sat in the other end of the room while we had our baby. Not once did they touch Baby, they guided hubby through the clearing of passages and cutting of cord. Then they made us tea, changed the linen in our bed and sang a welcome song for Baby. Since the baby came at precisely midnight, we decided on the next day for her birthday. Finally, with Baby in my arms, I slept until it was time to get the other kids up for school.
Magic, pure magic.
Posted in Aromatherapy, Babies & Children
Tagged baby, birth, children, dancing, essential oils, home-birth, lavender, magic, mandarine, midwife, neroli, Pregnancy, ylang-ylang