Dear Uterus,
You're Prolapsed. Retroverted. And You Have Something to Say.
Dear Uterus,
I’ve not yet written to you. I’ve shared quiet moments, asking what you need. You told me I have everything I need to heal. And that you will show me the way.
That’s hard sometimes. I still hold the belief that you should not be retroverted. You should not be prolapsed.
What if I accept that you should be? Right now, you need to be here in this way. You’re lounging back. Are you relaxing or confused?
Not confused. Got it.
Pissed?
A little.
Ok… tell me more:
You abandoned me when I most needed your care. I needed to be cradled, loved, and supported. We were injured. The beautiful pelvic sling could not hammock us because it was tired and hurt.
Feel the grief of wishing your mom lived with you for a year. Our DNA knows we need to be held; to live in communities and be deeply mothered when we begin to mother. You didn’t have that, and the grief lives inside of us. 4 months after birth, you went back to work, in service of others. Over-riding the fear, the sadness, the pain and the numbness.
There is nothing to do but cry and let the tears wash this pain away. Don’t do it — don’t bypass it. Yes, you’re grateful for all that you have AND that time was fucking difficult. Yes, hold yourself, me, your womb, your heart.
This pain lives inside your sacral vortex. It swirls with confusion and needs to be danced free. Every day. And we’ll find our way home. We’ll find our way home back to harmony. Back to love and alignment. Not because you’ll force me there, but because we’ll float there on the wings of love, allowance, process, expressed grief.
And of course… all the structured work you are doing… continue it. Allow it to be the architecture that we build together on a clean, clear slate of honest foundation.
Lastly, I love you. I am your sacred home — not only for your sweet boy, but for you, for your creativity, your mothering, your nourishment, your sacred artistry, and the love that you share with every human being. I am your power, gifted from the divine.
I love you.
"...we’ll float there on the wings of love, allowance, process, expressed grief." <3