You have Birthed all these Babies

Flowers, flowers, everywhere... beneath the cherry blossom, nodding bluebells 

16th October, 2009

I stood in the porch looking out through the rain at the tree, a stick of incense burning in my hand. She is in full flower and her leaves are spreading. She is a picture of maternal fulfilment, her pink babies hanging like offerings from every limb. I did not have what it took to walk on the wet in the wet and visit her properly. So, I said out loud,

“You are incredibly beautiful. Well done, you have birthed all these babies and now you can rest.”

The nourishment of light is running in her veins again, the time of sleep and hunger and internalised energy is over. Her expression is now there for all to see, as the cycle turns yet again.