Ocean birth waves, monthly calls, resolving family conflict
Camping in the surfer town by the pine tree forest
Dear reader,
Long time no read…
After a very hectic summer in Slovakia, we are settling on the island again. It feels much slower and things unwrap on their own trajectory. After we opened ourselves (and expanded beyond our comfort zone) to the experience of camping with our children, we got an offer to buy a vintage trailer for a very good price. This story shows me a universal law of how when we open ourselves to the unknown, incredible things may happen. Maybe it will be the same with you joining my subscription .)
I have been reflecting on how to bring a deeper sense of community and connection for my paid subscribers and decided to host monthly live zooms with my paids.
The format of my offerings will from now on will be 2 in-depth articles, one creative corner (poem, interview, or audio voyage), and one live call inspired by the energetic observations that currently fluctuate in my life varying birth, birth trauma, motherhood, attracting tribe, nature, creativity, and healing.
If you will be there I will be utterly grateful for our connection and encounters. If you cannot make it you will be sent a recording. I am looking forward to all your questions and topics you will bring into the space. If you decide to join later on, you can still be provided with all the past recordings.
The topic I am currently inspired by is how each child of ours will experience different versions of us and how this affects our guilt, and sibling jealousy and invites us to reconnect from new points of view.
ocean waves
Now let me share with you a topic that came to me as I was swimming in the sea and integrating my birth attendance:
This summer I received a gift in the form of an invitation to two home births.
I will leave the stories to the families to share, and I will tell you what the sea whispered to me today.
Sea waves and birth waves have a lot in common,
they have the power to endlessly wipe away our tears and wash away our wounds
a woman never knows what kind of wave is approaching and may feel that it is spitting her on the shore
the woman needs to acknowledge this feeling and at the same time make her realize that the journey to the desired destination continues
sometimes the waves go away and then you don't need to ask why, just observe
the waves teach us to accept life in all its madness, fullness, playfulness, pain, wildness, joy, and unpredictability.
The wave doesn't ask you if you are prepared, she just invites you to dance
the wave can also be kind and is on your side
but it is mainly here to wash away all the parts of you that must die
the wave teaches you to let go, dive into your own depths and stop grasping at straws
the wave carries the coordinates that will take you where they have, just surrender to the body and trust that the thoughts will wash away by themselves
the wave brings playfulness and patience to your life, which will be a gift to you when raising children
she connects you with the wisdom, strength, and delicacy of women, open up and receive
the wave shows you that everything in life happens in your favor and that if you allow it, you will always be in the right place at the right time
Give birth and swim, dear sister 🌊
and lastly, I visited a community of single mothers and got inspired to write this:
My relationship with the masculine has been very damaged in my life. This year when our dog entered our family his presence has been healing this wound.
The penetrating reality of the absent masculine in my life has been shown to me lately by the incredible amount of single mothers entering my life. Hmm interesting I thought, what’s my position in this and how can I be of service?
After 6 years my father came back into my life, and growing up without a father created a wound too deep to be present in my life. He has reentered my life, yet he does not know how to be in a consistent relationship with me. This wound has been an ongoing marker of the relationship with men in my life. The teachers, the lovers, the friends, the doctors, and the midwives. I got lucky and met a very strong and present partner for life, but my healing process wants him to disappear sometimes as he sheds light on the painful parts.
So often I think, how can I be so damaged? Can I be normal sometime? Why am I not like the others? This wound was born to me when during my birth in Slovakia, my father was in Australia. And no I am not
mad at him or at men, I am at the stage of observing and learning. I am aware that this wound is a transgenerational trauma and no matter how much work I do, I still to some extent pass this on to my daughters and that’s the hardest part, but something I cannot completely control.
Today I visited the first mommune (community of single mothers living and growing together) created by amazing @martazaforteza. There was something healing about entering the space where mothers are okay and safe for men deciding not to be in their end their children’s lives.
If you have a wounded relationship with men, please know you are not alone and there is nothing wrong with you. Going through stages of rage, self-pity, misery, difficulty breathing, being present, and hardship to be there for yourself and love yourself is part of it. I bring awareness to the areas I can and I leave the rest to the loving hands of the universal father.🫶🏽
and now off to the camping adventure we have been on and little bit about how we desl with conflicts.