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I write about about being a 40-something mum of five wonderfully exasperating children, attachment parenting, my adventures in the kitchen, and whatever else comes to mind. 

-Melissa.

Inhale

Inhale

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In the last few days before a birth it feels as though the world is holding its breath. Everything around me is muted, like a city sleeping under a heavy snowfall, like 3am -- the sounds and colours and movement are there, but slowed, quieted, muffled. The world waiting for a bringing forth, like bulbs thrusting through the cold, barren earth in early Spring.

In the final hours of preparation, I am pulled into myself...

In the final hours of preparation, I am pulled into myself, connecting with my baby and making mental space for the experience to come -- letting go of my worries, giving myself over to what will be.

Birth is a threshold, a thinning of the veil between life and death, a passing over, the closest to a spiritual epiphany that I have ever come. I feel connected to something bigger than myself, something ancient and primordial.

I inhale, I hold that moment, and then I let it go.

The Waiting Game

The Waiting Game

Playlists - 38wks

Playlists - 38wks