I don’t favor magical thinking or magical explanations. I’m a
rationalist. But I would like to magically think in this post. This is
how I think poetically about childbirth. This feels a bit like it has
the voice of Gabriel Garcia Marquez to it (or I like to fancy such!) but
it’s something I’ve had scribbled in a file for a while now. It also
has some Dante influences.
Motherhood and The Voyage Across
When children are conceived, the father gives half of his body and the
mother half of hers. When those germs meet inside the mother, a body
begins to grow.
She loves the body inside for nine months, she nourishes the body with
her blood, she gives it her food, she gives it her water; but it does
not have a soul yet. She gathers the soul for the body on the day the
child is born.
On that day, the body inside will quest for the light, but the mother,
she must quest across the sea of Death.
Labor is pure pain and focuses the mother on her single task. The pain
is stern and hard to convince her soul to release itself from her own
body. Life requires mingling with Death and challenging Death is always
done by souls, never by bodies. Her soul must swim across a river
claimed by Death to the Heavenly Realm where souls waiting to be born
wait for their mothers. Her soul ties a spiritual tether to her body and
then, pried from the body by her pain, it swims a black, dark sea.