I’m grateful hip swirls are literally the answer to everything

HALLELUJAH ANYWAYS

adapted from Unsplash @Aakash Dhage

Grateful this clarity about hip swirls came to me in the middle of labouring my son. Grateful at first I panicked and panic is always pretty awful. Grateful panic is what happens standing on the edge of your known universe everything friendly conspiring to take you to a new level of extraordinary experiencing. Grateful habitual comfort and compound resistance screams the unknown is no place to go. Grateful the mind rattles in overload and the body suffers in survival mode. Grateful I wondered why the MajorEFF no one really tells you what giving birth is actually like. Grateful I went into my small bathroom with my big exercise ball to be alone. Grateful I stared at myself in the mirror and the hip swirls just naturally started. Grateful this is a testament to the intense power of eye contact — even or maybe especially with yourself — and from there our innate capacity to let the body lead the way. Grateful the hip swirls were so relieving and carried me through the hours. Grateful I squeezed that big ball into a small shower stall and let it reign. Grateful everyone left me on to myself except for a moment when baby daddy knocked to say he was going out for a smoke. Grateful I didn’t need to know (but it was cute) as for once I wasn’t any longer tracking everyone else’s movements in hyper awareness. Grateful for the…