Beautiful writing Jeannine, as always. Much classier than my description of giving (natural) birth to my first daughter… What I remember the most is the sensation of wanting to expel a giant basketball out of my behind, being on my hands and knees and yelling, “I need to poooooo!” I don’t think I will write that in my book… prefer your beautiful words.
Oh my. So so beautiful. It brought back so vividly my own two birth experiences. Wow, Jeannine. I love the imagery, the way you weave so much about motherhood and the earth and life and these elemental and yet incredibly momentous acts of human creation. Thank you for sharing this with us.
Ahhhh... Jeannine. This is so gorgeous. I've had such a busy week and haven't had much time to engage with WITD. Reading your work is like bringing myself back to homeostasis. Such a wonderful way to start a writing session. Thank you <3
"His mouth is a mouth, searching for home—and home is the stellar nursery of my skin, my breath, my milk. “Hello, baby,” I say. His gray eyes float through light-years to fix on mine." So beautiful Jeannine! Brings me right back to the birth of my daughter a little over a year ago. I've wanted to write about it and haven't been able to yet, I'm sure the The Visceral Self intensive will help me put the experience into words!
I so enjoyed this piece of evocative and eloquent writing. I can’t remember much about the birth of my daughter , nearly 50 years ago, except the kindness of a nurse. 💗Thank You
Oh my. This. So much this. Your writing is more than words. It’s a transmission. Image to energy. eye to sense, sense pulsating through tissue. . It’s a bridge. An invitation. I read this and I was there living inside of it. It reminds me what writing can be. Why I MUST write. And I needed this reminder.
Beautiful writing Jeannine, as always. Much classier than my description of giving (natural) birth to my first daughter… What I remember the most is the sensation of wanting to expel a giant basketball out of my behind, being on my hands and knees and yelling, “I need to poooooo!” I don’t think I will write that in my book… prefer your beautiful words.
Hhahaha but that’s so real too 😂
Beautiful.
Thank you, Holly ❤️
Oh my. So so beautiful. It brought back so vividly my own two birth experiences. Wow, Jeannine. I love the imagery, the way you weave so much about motherhood and the earth and life and these elemental and yet incredibly momentous acts of human creation. Thank you for sharing this with us.
❤️ This means a lot, Amy, thank you!
Ahhhh... Jeannine. This is so gorgeous. I've had such a busy week and haven't had much time to engage with WITD. Reading your work is like bringing myself back to homeostasis. Such a wonderful way to start a writing session. Thank you <3
Thank you, J.R. That's so nice to hear this morning! May we both have a calmer week ahead, too!
"His mouth is a mouth, searching for home—and home is the stellar nursery of my skin, my breath, my milk. “Hello, baby,” I say. His gray eyes float through light-years to fix on mine." So beautiful Jeannine! Brings me right back to the birth of my daughter a little over a year ago. I've wanted to write about it and haven't been able to yet, I'm sure the The Visceral Self intensive will help me put the experience into words!
I'm grateful for this, Flavia, and I look forward to writing with you!
I so enjoyed this piece of evocative and eloquent writing. I can’t remember much about the birth of my daughter , nearly 50 years ago, except the kindness of a nurse. 💗Thank You
The kindness of a nurse ... can mean so much. xo
As it did in your writing and both our memories….a good reminder of the power of kindness where ever its found. 🧡
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Oh my. This. So much this. Your writing is more than words. It’s a transmission. Image to energy. eye to sense, sense pulsating through tissue. . It’s a bridge. An invitation. I read this and I was there living inside of it. It reminds me what writing can be. Why I MUST write. And I needed this reminder.