Words and symbolic gestures can be a powerful thing.
A week ago I set in a circle of women, each special to me in different ways. The powerful smell of burning sage hit my lungs, filling me up and lifting me high. A poem was read, something about the fire within and the power of growing a seed. Words were shared by each woman, words directed at me. How they see me, what they love about me, what they know I will do well with and for my expanding family.
Then each of them tied a purple ribbon on their wrist, promising to keep it there until this baby comes. I see their wrists and mine linked to an open hand, the palm facing the sky, ready to receive. I see it attached to a hand palm facing down ready to release to the ground whatever it does not serve us. I see it linked to a closed raised up fist declaring presence and strength. And I see it connected to other hands, holding the space in a circle of friendship.
It's almost like you never get a true chance to hold hands and hear what your friends truly feel for you, outspokenly and shamelessly until you ask or are offered or maybe when you are gone.
I want to be more cognoscente of the power of words, deep felt words. I want to take this opportunity to speak with presence and love and compassion. To go beyond "I love you" and "you have done so well", to teach my kids that speaking from the heart and offering true appreciation is something that can be done any evening at the dinner table. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to turn my living room into a kumbaya camp but I do want to live my life giving an receiving fullness to the best of our ability.
Births and deaths are a wonderful opportunity to make us brave enough to not just accept and give true love but to speak about to it. For this I thank you, my wonderful friends and the ribbon tied to my wrist reminding me that I am not doing this alone, nor do I have to.
Love,
Silvia
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