Today is unlike any other birthday I’ve had. Somehow I never connected the dots as vividly that this day marks not just my life, but my Birth. 💕
To know birth from the mama side, is as if to have touched the belly and crown of every birth before mine. My mother’s, my grandmother’s, hers. To imagine that 32 years ago my mother gave birth to ME, that was me that came through! And almost 90 years ago my great grandmother gave birth to my Nana, and that was HER that came through. And somehow the stars danced so we could share our day of birth through her daughter, my mama. ✨
What illuminated threads weave our stories, womb grown and wrapped in the darkness of unknowns, warmed and revealed by the light. So powerful, so vulnerable. All so fleeting and forever at once. 💫
Nothing changes you like becoming a mama. Nothing can prepare you and there is no going back. Today was the first year in many that I did not walk the hills and spread my Nana’s ashes and remember. Instead I spent the day with my baby and took a seriously deserved rest. I guess the juxtaposition of the tender softness of baby’s cheek and the raw truth of ashes let go to the wind is image enough to remind me how precious this all is. 🙏🏼
Thank you mom. I love you.
Happy birthday Nana. I miss you.
Please help me to remember how holy it all is.
Grateful for this life.
The birthday girl
With some new wrinkles to prove it!
Excited to be facilitating this panel event on September 26th! Hope to see you there.
Voices from the Village:
An Intergenerational Panel on Youth Development
Join us for an all-ages discussion focusing on the key stages of adolescence, the role of
mindfulness, mentorship and rites of passage in building confidence and resilience,
and other important issues facing teens and families today.
Wednesday September 26th, 6:30-8:30pm, Marin
@ Tilden Preparatory School, 1050 Bridgeway, Sausalito, CA 94965
I’m 8 months into enlightenment parenting and it’s kicking my ass. I’m learning from the master Bubbi BooBoo the art of feeling the feelz and moving on, instantly - that every moment is a choice I’m being offered.
So today I’m going to pretend this was it, this sunshine baby in a tunnel kissing pure cuteness moment. Because really, none of that other stuff is worth being stuck somewhere else, when all you ever want is to not miss this.
Ending the day humble, exhausted and slightly wounded.
I got my moon cycle for the first time since last January. 18 months.
18 months ago we decided we were ready to be a family.
18 months ago another human began their creation inside of me.
18 months ago my Moon yielded to my Son.
Today, my Son yields to my Moon.
This time with milk in breasts and baby in arms.
Since the seed of my child was planted, his rhythms have been my own. His growth, his birth, has also been mine. Our process has been one. But now, something is separating, something inevitable.
Tides greater than both of us are pulling on me again.
Pushing my system back to it's own rhythm.
Pulling me away ever so slightly.
A forced return.
The inevitability of separation is so bittersweet. It makes you nostalgic for what's barely even gone. It makes you admit what you care about most. It makes your love even more tender.
So today, I honor the blood and the tidal wave of motherhood.
Thank you to the Life that makes us, moves us, and keeps us soft.
Happy new mama moon to me.
Surrounded by friends; hawk cries, dry summer flowers, buckeye blossoms, mama oaks and bays, their familiar presence watching over me, my extended family.
Though they do not speak in words, they are certainly speaking. In their glorious strength and vulnerability, in the power of knowing their place, in their bloom and their breaking, in their simply Being though every season.
It’s been a wild ride becoming a mama. I’m particularly feeling it on this day, supposedly celebrating some sort of glory while at the same time taking babies just like mine from new mamas just like me. Prayers for the change we wish to see, be illuminated in every spark of every firework.
Feeling humbled. Lucky. Privileged. Honest. Spiritually sober. Here.
Thank you to my, our, Great Mama Gaia, for reminding me of my place, and to be grateful for every day I’m given. Thank you for reminding me I am never alone.
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EMILY FROST is an artist and mentor working with youth and families in the Bay Area. She is the founder of LOVE YOUR NATURE, a movement devoted to girls and women awakening to their inherent wisdom, power, and purpose.