I’ve been eager to compose the tale of Adi’s birth, yet the right words eluded me. Instead, a realization emerged, urging me to convey the following…
I’m sharing these images with a purpose – to impart to you,
you, who were once brought into being too,
that birth forever remains a profoundly spiritual event,
birth can manifest as a dance with the eα?ᴛҺ,
a ceremony woven with laughter,
or a ritual primal, akin to creatures of the wι̇ℓɗ,
birth can be adorned with instants of awe,
and illuminated by instances of sheer rapture,
it may be guided by romance’s embrace,
and commemorated in the presence of young souls,
we might growl or sing,
plead for its swift culmination,
howl at the moon above,
and crawl upon the very ground,
yet engrave this truth deeply within,
we αℓoпe usher our infants into existence,
no gloved hand delivers them into our embrace,
and when we birth without interference,
we can yield to the undulating waves,
to be reborn into our nascent motherhood,
imbued with strength and primed for devotion,
fortified and nourished,
to embrace the unceasing tapestry of joy and trials αҺeαɗ,
affirmative birth narratives are not just tales,
I possess three to recount.
