All 48 of these Moon Mothers. (So many, I can’t even tag all!)
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Nine workshops around the US of A.
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Each one with their own particularly splendid tonic of medicine.
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This past weekend, portrayed in photograph number one, was my first since Ivy Lilah’s transition.
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And in fact, it is these women here whom were some of the first to know of her taking flight.
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They were originally scheduled to be my last round before her due date in December. Their training was to be on November 2nd + 3rd.
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So, when she came and left on October 25th + 26th, I was such in a state of shock, that I went around trying to convince my husband and family that I was fine to do a training a week after such an experience.
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They, of course, dismissed me, but I wouldn’t listen.
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The only person who could break down my stubborn wall and deeply ingrained survival system was my healing midwife Debbie. @dawninglifemidwifery .
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Only she could coax me out of my panic and into peace.
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Never in my life have my panic patterns been so evident, slapping me in the face with no prevail.
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They are…. to keep moving. Do it all yourself. Be strong. A steel magnolia, if you will.
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I could no longer though.
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I’ve never been so publicly in the spotlight of needing to be loved, taken care of, and let off the hook of my own professional (and life) standards.
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My generously comforting sister became my assistant, sending out emails and telling people I wasn’t in a place to talk.
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The flowers, meals, gift cards, necklaces, commemorative treasures, pieces of art, crystals, and trees being planted in Ivy’s name poured in.
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I sat through it all, feeling an overwhelm of love, tears, support, and the Sacred Spirit of humanity with wordless appreciation.
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Receive was all I could do.
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These Moon Mothers, specifically this latest group, have mirrored back to me kindness and understanding beyond measure.
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I just want to say thank you.
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And thank, @wombblessing.mirandagray , the lady who started it all!
