Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
~ Rumi

Wonder

Wonder
Katy and the Pacific

Monday, February 14, 2011

Love

Happy Valentine's Day.  Perhaps this day should occasion some profound remarks about love.  I dunno.  I haven't seemed to figure out much about love yet, except this:  I know it when I feel it.

In the last week I've felt it big and small, and I'm grateful for that.  My dear husband turned off the NBA yesterday and took a two hour wander through the woods at the river with me.  This entailed falling into pretty darn cold water while trying to keep me from falling in (of course I just ended up pulling him in with me), getting scratched up from stray tree branches and thorns, and stifling a laugh as I butt-scooted like the chicken I am across a log that was higher than I thought prudent.  The reward was a little time away from the rest of the world, in the warm February sunshine on a 50 degree day, with sunlight streaking through the trees and lighting up both our faces.  Having someone to share this wonder with was love, exactly.

I also felt love caring for a sick child, while sick myself, over a very long week which got progressively crabbier.  For my kid to know that I love her in all her sweaty, unwashed, sick neediness, as well as her bored to death and sick of dull old me grumpiness, is unconditional love, the only kind worth a damn.  It's the kind of love she's given me since the day she was born.

And to come home from work today, to a beautifully laid out table full of........cheese.  Now that is love.  Somehow I have raised a sweet child who's noticed I really really like cheese and crackers and apples for a snack, and spent some of her hard-earned ipod money on my favorite.  Sweet.

I hope the three of them felt plenty of my love this day too.  I'm not entirely sure, because it's been awfully squabbly around here tonight.  I told you I haven't figured love out yet.


Sunday, February 6, 2011

Trust

I don't usually talk about birth here, but today I want to.  I'm always pretty surrounded by birthing women, but this moment feels especially wonderful, as I am waiting on a homebirth mama who I will help as a doula, lots of birth class mamas who are due soon, and two amazing far-away friends who will birth in the coming weeks as well.

I want to share a snippet of a discussion with one of those dear friends - she had called me to wish a happy birthday, and I barricaded myself in the tub so we could have a nice long talk.  This is her second baby; I was her doula with her first, which ended quite suddenly in cesarean.  Now she is awaiting a much different experience.  Tomorrow she will journey with her family to her birth place, her home away from home, at her midwife's farm, where she will spend a few or many days, waiting patiently on her baby.  She will eat delicious food, "vacation" a bit with her husband and little girl, while away cozy hours in her cabin, just resting and waiting.  Doesn't that sound lovely?  A quiet break from busy life in preparation for her birth journey. 

This quiet, private, calm atmosphere and philosophy about birth will be very different, of course.  But that's not the biggest change from last time.

We talked this morning of the place of trust within birth, how she feels about her midwife and the way she simply does not need to question her judgment or care.  It's not that she's stopped thinking or taking responsibility for her birth or care, it's that there is no battle of views, no "safety" vs comfort, no wondering if her midwife is doing what's in her own best interest or what's in her client's.  "Allowed" is not part of the vocabulary.  Instead, she used the word "trust" over and over again.  How rested and excited she feels about her birth, knowing whatever happens will be the very best outcome for both she and her baby.  She won't wonder what if or have to come prepared to battle for what she may need to birth well.  She trusts completely that her midwife will know if all is well, or not.  She trusts that her midwife will feel calm in watching her labor in whatever way she needs, without judgments or arbitrary rules.

I thought later how her outcome is really already assured.  She will have a good birth because it will come in this sacred place of trust, how exactly doesn't matter quite so much.  She has already accepted the role of luck in birthing, and that neither she nor her midwife controls the outcome. 

I am reminded of a birth I attended about a year ago, a VBAC mama too.  Her 2nd birth was so very different from her first - in the details, but also in the quiet calm trusting manner in which she labored.  Her birth ended with a cesarean, and I would never say something like major surgery to birth a child just doesn't matter, but because of the trust she had, in her midwife, her body, her partner, her intuition that the right thing was happening, it was such a lovely birth.  Her recovery was fast, she felt emotionally whole.

Trust, deep trust, leads to emotional wholeness for birthing women.  What would it mean, in every birth setting, if women could feel that?  Familiarity and comfort and lack of defensive medicine certainly set homebirth apart and lead to a very high rate of satisfaction among homebirthing women, but I think it's trust with a capital T that leads to the safe, whole and happy outcomes there.

I hope my friend gets just the birth she is hoping for, and I know I'm not wishing for much, because really, she has already guaranteed that she will.  I trust that.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Today's Work

Dear God,
For H ~ please bring her baby in good time, bring healing to her body and spirit and see her safely through her child's birth.  Let her know she is whole and perfect in every way.

For C ~ please release her laugh.  Let her feel the joy in her heart.

For S~ comfort her pain and her exhaustion, heal her body so her hands might do your work.  Let her feel the love that surrounds her.

For K~ give her answers that will help her move forward in her life.  Soothe her pain, reveal the meaning behind her suffering.

For H~ bring her baby safely into her arms, help her carry her heavy burden lightly until her child's birth, may her birth be healthy and wondrous.

And for me ~ help me understand suffering.  Help me comfort my sisters.

Thank you God.

Words from Hafiz


 
The Sun Never Says
Even
After
All this time
The sun never says to the earth,

"You owe Me."

Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights up the 
Whole 
Sky.







That Shapes the Eye

Children
Can easily open the 
Drawer 

That lets the spirit rise up and wear
Its favorite costume of
Mirth and laughter

When the mind is consumed with 
Remembrance of 
Him

Something divine happens to the 
Heart

That 
Shapes the hand and tongue
And eye into
The word
Love. 



Poems by Hafiz, 
translations by Daniel Ladinsky 

Hafiz is the great Sufi master of the 14th century, born in Persia, a student of Rumi.  One once noted that "the words of Hafiz have won every heart that listens."  I believe he has only one subject, shining through every poem, we are God, God is love, life is a dance.  Hafiz never fails to inspire.