Entry 5 | January 19, 2021
"Womb space" Written word by Alexandria Chavez
Space to breathe is few & far between, as I share my body with another.
As I host my unborn son in the center of my belly, embraced by my womb, I become more conscious & hyper aware of my inner world.
I sometimes worry that he feels the turbulence of my heart, as I voyage through the sea of my inflictions. I wonder if he too, can feel my pain.
And with that thought, a wave of guilt pours into me. But then I gently remind myself that,
soul to soul... it is through me, this delicate process of existence can occur.
My body; the tree of his life, his roots.
My son chose me,
He handpicked me from the heavens, out of all the mommy's & he deemed my essence, my light, my being; his home.
His sacred sanctuary,
His portal of safety & endless love, to guide him into this world.
I am his Mama.