The Womb, Moon and Mother Earth
Yesterday, I had a deeply moving conversation with a client who had experienced a miscarriage. In the quiet of that exchange, an image arose within me: that perhaps the life that came briefly had not come in vain, but as a sacred preparation. That the tiny being had absorbed what was heavy, what was toxic, what was unresolved-making a way for a healthier beginning to come. I shared with her the wisdom of farmers. When land has been overworked or saturated with chemicals, they do not immediately sow their most precious crop. First, they plant restorative grasses- varieties that draw toxins from the soil, cleanse it, and return vitality to the earth. Only then is the ground turned, softened, and made ready for new seed. She understood the tenderness beneath the metaphor. How often we forget that the womb, like the earth, is living intelligence. It knows cycles of clearing, resting, preparing, and blooming. What looks like loss to the human eye may sometimes be part of a deeper reordering...