23/12/2025
Birth is not just the moment a baby arrives.
Birth is a doorway.
A place where the veil thins,
where a woman meets the edge of herself
and remembers she is made of something ancient.
Birth is ceremony.
It is bones opening, spirit widening,
lineage pouring through her like light.
It is the moment she becomes both the vessel
and the creator.
There is a kind of power in birth that cannot be taught —
only witnessed.
A holy thunder that rises from the deepest place within us.
A knowing older than language,
older than time.
And when a woman births,
the world shifts.
Her voice strengthens.
Her boundaries sharpen.
Her love grows teeth and wings.
She emerges not as who she was,
but as who she has always been.
Birth is not the end of something.
It is the beginning of everything.
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