The Other Side of the World: Rapture

Monday, April 30, 2007


Their house was the sort that matches my much-loved idea of home - well worn, oddly shaped, bare boards, random instruments littering the corners, barefoot children and strange cats and cloth diapers strewn about, a deep ancient bath and a kitchen crammed with glass jars that holds everything else together in a warm and thoughtful embrace. Walking calmy in out of the foggy mid-night, my midwife and I were audience to a nativity of three (give or take two sleepy girls tumbling out of bedsheets to tentatively brush their hands over their newest sister) - deep in the awed glow of birth as it was surely, truly, deep-in-my-heart-seated meant to be. And from there we wrapped up warmly, embraced, laughed deeply and slipped into the joyful simplicity of a family so clearly at home in every aspect of those words. Home is friends in the kitchen cooking soup children poking at the placenta in awe Papa catching a baby and then lighting a fire good conversation and dried apricots and genuine warmth that can never exist anywhere else a placenta in the kitchen bucket curling up in your own big bed while a rapt midwifery student gently leans in from the corner to give you one last check oh and rapture? Rapture is a homebirth


Blogger kris said...

that is a beautiful post. i so love coming here to read your latest. you have a wonderful way of expressing yourself...

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Anonymous mj said...

wow. i guess i'm an old aquantaince. i've just been reading a bit since we parted last. and i agree with all the others that have read before me. just plain wonderful. it very rare in this info age of our to find someone who can express themselves so openly and give a sense of warmth to those that read of them. especially when as the blog title goes your on the other side of the world. it makes me wish i was there first hand to witness some of this, just being a littll fly on the wall.

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