Tag: mama
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My love
She shows compassion as she hugs me when I say I’m not feeling well. She makes me laugh with funny jokes, looks, comments, and dance moves. She cuddles me every night before she falls asleep. She’s intuitive and knows when she’s had enough. She understands me when I speak and sometimes responds without words. She…
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Dark poetry
We are so quick to close the door after an experience. We allow the small details to fester and disintegrate within our own bodies and minds. But why not keep that door open and allow others to see in? Why not allow others to watch the unfolding and unraveling? Not because I think it’s important…
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Island
Darkness courses through my veins just as light emanates from my body. I see, feel, process, internalize, and communicate differently than some others, and sometimes I feel like an island. People can see my silhouette from a distance but upon getting closer they just can’t grasp the complexities of what is before them. My emotions…
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Poetic and flawed
If someone were to ask me what my yoga practice feels like, I’d probably say that it feels something like a shadow of a self portrait. Vulnerable, Elusive, Empowering, Poetic, Unconventional, Ever-changing, And extremely flawed. An eleven year relationship that continues to unfold and provide opportunities for growth. And sometimes it feels more like a…
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Multifaceted
Learning how to love myself genuinely is proving to be one of the more challenging lessons I’ve been faced with. (And I mean love, not tolerate.) There’s a difference between looking at yourself in a mirror and truly seeing yourself for who you are, flaws and all. It’s easy to fall victim to the mindset…
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Limited language
There are times when I want to claw my skin off. Not necessarily to get rid of the skin that I wear but more so to release what I feel is trapped inside. I have found that words cannot properly express what it is that I’m trying to convey, and because of that I feel…
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Life after birth
When people talk about their birth story occasionally you’ll hear a resentful tone in their voice. They might speak of their labor being too long, or maybe there were too many interventions for their liking, or it was too painful, or the epidural didn’t take, or the Pitocin made it too intense, and the list…
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My daughters birthday
Throughout the pregnancy, I swore she was going to come earlier than her guess date of September 6. Clearly this was just what I wanted since I had no actual way of knowing that. The closer that day came, the more the anticipation grew. Almost to the point of becoming disappointed that I was so…
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Weaning
Postpartum – It literally translates to “following childbirth”, which means postpartum never ends. After I gave birth I experienced a range of emotions, anxieties, and turbulence. Mostly because of the transition into motherhood but also because of a rocky relationship and no solid foundation. All of which came together and created some really choppy waves…
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First latch
She latched with hardly any help that morning she was put on my chest, almost as if she entered this world with a mission to find momma’s milk. Everyday we had our time together. That moment where I turn to her to empty my breasts and she turns to me looking for food. We got…
The Sacred Body 