So fruitful she uprooted herself

The land always mirrors what is happening in the womb. I've been experiencing this for years now. The hen that cut her brooding prematurely short when I miscarried for the first time. The baby pear tree with no roots that foretold my second pregnancy loss. Then the chick that hatched the day my son was born.

Today - the apple tree that had not borne fruit for years, that sheltered us for my Mother Blessing, fell over with the weight of her abundant harvest.

Uprooted, secret places now exposed to the light. Raw, exposed and blinking. For years she slumbered in the garden, safe and stagnant, until now. I joked with my husband the reason the orchard is fruitful this year is because of my singing. He said to me today "what has your singing done now?"

She is me - toppled and uprooted by her own desire to bring life into the world. All that was hidden is now painfully revealed.

I have seen this nature mirroring happen with clients as well. The womb path is not a permanent blissed out state of "love and light"... it's holding the balance between life and death through the human body and the cosmic portal, and experiencing them as intensely physical, intensely spiritual, dark and thorny and beautiful. It's being the altar where the work happens. It's sad and holy and synchronous in ways that are miraculous.