I remember our conversation well.

I was lying on the bed. Breathing. Eyes drooping. Ready to drift in to restorative sleep. My body had been through a cycle of intense contractions which had now completely dissipated.

One of my midwives was there, sprawled on the bed with me. She'd come over a few hours earlier, wanting to be with us even if I wasn't in labor. She said she wanted to spend the night on our couch.

Here we were. A family, a midwife, a beloved child readying to be born. Creation. Becoming.

I'd been through labor what felt like many times before. And this time, this 3rd time, felt like something I'd never gone through. And as any woman will tell you, weeks before she goes in to labor, weeks before she greets that moment when baby, body, mother and creation birthing itself, all co-exist in mutuality, is when she dies and is reborn. Through labor, every woman greets the invitation to lay down everything she was, thought she was, and believed she could be. Here she finds herself at the threshold of her own irrational becoming.

A child's birth brings with it the creation of a new woman, a mother, a family, the new earth and all that is possible. Birth brings the beauty of what IS possible.

How often do you hear or have internalized these messages, “Be seen.” “Get out there.” “Claim your space.” “Be bold.” “Be brave.” “Reveal what you’ve got!”

In my Sisterhood Mentorship Circle, we were recently sharing what we’ve painfully believed about ourselves. And began speaking about our deepest hiding.

For many women, a sense of hiding, not being met by the outer world, not being acknowledged for what lives WITHIN, is a common feeling. For centuries women have been tucked away, out of the spotlight. And collectively we’ve judged this and tried to fit in to an external model of fulfillment. But what happens when we listen to our bodies and truth, and discover something profound and liberating about the natural wisdom of our hiding?!

We’ve been hidden by the natural order for important and valid reasons.

We’ve been hidden because we’ve known an intimacy with creation that this world has had no idea is even real. Has had no idea is even real!

I know nothing MORE brave, bold and instinctual than allowing nature to unfold through us as it will. Then allowing life to keep revealing as creation itself, without forced directive.

Breathe and feel how this touches you, my love. Breathe.

These days, so many of us feel a dynamic shift imploding from within, and are drawn like flowers to make our way above ground. And here we’re so often told any sense of hiding has been wrong. Who wouldn’t crawl back in, down and away?

I was thinking of cancelling.

But we had scheduled the date several weeks before.

And the truth was, my body and soul ached. For deep connection with my sisters. With the primordial Feminine that arises and envelops as we sit in the container of the whole with each other in reflection.

I'd beckoned some of my closest female friends to be with me, in celebration of my birthday. Women who'd walked beside me through the fires, over and over again.

We were getting together to honor this season of great transition in my life, and this passage of sacred blossoming in all of our hearts. Going ever deeper in to that uncharted place that longs only to know Herself most fully.

And the week leading up to our sisterhood time... I got sick. And EVERYONE in my family got sick. And my husband developed kidney stones. And he never gets sick! He never gets sick.

And it felt like we were going through a massive labor... just like giving birth. And there was so much doing. Laundry. Cooking. Dolling out herbs. Running to the store. Running another bath. Just so much doing.

I was worn down.