Sing what is in your Heart
essay on Viet Mother Roasting Birthways has just been published. (My story had previously been featured in an article about A&PI postpartum traditions by Hyphen magazine.)My
My husband commented that he appreciated how my story of the postpartum time has changed from me feeling it was a dark time to it being something meaningful. I agreed, commenting how Birthing From Within has been an instrumental piece in my being more compassionate to myself and reframing the stories I tell myself. On reflection though, I think both are true. My postpartum was a dark time and it was meaningful. I needed to follow The Heroine's Journey into the Ordeal/Underworld to and make my Return to the World. My postpartum needed to be dark and earthy, to be immersed in soulitude, to plunge into my estranged feminine and wounded masculine psyche, under the influence of the dark moon. As I stand on the other side, I am no longer afraid of the dark. I have embraced it. Like the magnificent oak tree, my arms reach into the life-giving light of the sun and my roots stretch deep into the nourishing bosom of mother earth. Bright Blessed Day, Dark Sacred Night.
So my cats roughed up a little brown bird on Monday afternoon. She was standing, but her little head was flopped over--I thought her neck was broken--feathers missing, and one eye was definitely injured, though her wings were fine. I thought she was a goner. I got her into a shoebox and I channeled reiki to her for a few minutes thinking to give her a more peaceful transition. My friend Nat who is a wildlife rescuer told me to put the box on a heating pad in a closet overnight, leave her undisturbed, and take her to Ohlone Wildlife in the morning, and to resist the urge to check on her every 20 minutes because human contact is stressful. I really didn't think she was going to make it and tried to prepare my daughter for when it happened. Birds are so fragile. At bedtime I distance channeled reiki a little to the bird, visualizing it whole and unharmed.
In the morning, I got up at dawn to check in on her and realized with dismay that the heating pad had a safety off mechanism, so she'd been all night in that cold room. So I tapped the box and there wasn't any rustling; so I sadly picked it up and opened it up a little. There was a bunch of fluttering so I closed it before I got a good look. I turned the heating pad back on low, channeled reiki for a minute, and went to get ready to go. I wrapped the box in a towel and put it on top of my lukewarm tea bottle in the car and channeled reiki to the bird all the way there.
I handed the box over and David (rescuer) took her into their back room. He came back and said good news and bad news. The good news is her neck isn't broken (!) and the bad news is her left eye is pretty injured, her tail feathers all gone but will grow back. He said with little birds the bacteria in cat saliva usually kills them pretty quickly so it was amazing she survived so far. We asked to go see her and sure enough, her head was upright and she looked better than she did the night before though still very weak. I asked about the head/neck injury and he said it could have been some trauma. So I told him I channeled reiki to the bird and he didn't laugh, just said that he thinks it takes all kinds of science to heal.
Anyways, my intuition had been telling me all along "reiki can heal this." And thinking back when I checked on the bird and picked up the silent box, I knew it was alive and it's neck had healed even though my rational mind was preparing for it to be dead. And I did see it really briefly and noted all the bird pop, the feathers looked unkempt, but it didn't register then that the head was upright again. True story!
Needless to say, the cats are not getting any more unsupervised time outdoors.
Not done yet... This is the full Monty.
This was droll on a lot of levels. It's particularly disconcerting to me personally! Watch and find out why... I had a lot of 'splaining to do with my 5 yr old (oh the joys of working from home).
This video has been taken down and can be viewed at this link https://screen.yahoo.com/birthing-class-000000163.html
Irony. Oh yeah, this is exactly how it went down (or maybe how my phamily imagines it went down).
I really am the normalest non-hippy hippy. (I did really want a yurt, but now I can never have one without thinking of this skit.)
Use your parenting books to prop up that tilted table...
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