A womb full of flowers

TW - meditation for miscarriage

Hey friends,

Tonight I’m sharing part two from the publication I shared the other day.

This is the meditation I personally had after I realised I was no longer pregnant.

You can go back and read part one ❤️

Trigger warning, and I acknowledge every experience for every woman will be so vastly different. This is no means advice, just simply something that I experienced in this way that I’d like to share.

•••••

…within an hour I am gushing blood.

I feel sad immediately even though, for some reason, I’m not surprised by what’s happening.

My womb is sore,

And I find myself on the couch,

Curled up.

Rafi is so amazing when I bleed. He knows my womb gets sore and that I’ll be tired. He is always more willing to play quiet games or watch a movie with me if Tul can’t have him.

He took Raf out and I pulled myself off the couch to just have a moment with myself.

I went into the bedroom,

And got out the alter pieces I had collected for this baby to come.

A golden dragonfly, a red candle, a little statue of two little elves cuddling on a stick.

A photo of Raf, Tul and myself.

I pulled out the sheepskin rug,

And lit the candle

Poured a cacao in my favourite mug that Tully had custom made for me for my first ever Mother’s Day.

It’s a ceramic one, an off white with “For Mama, Love Rafi”  scraffito’d into it.

Whenever I use this mug, it just fills my heart with warmth, and always reminds me how quickly these days go by.

I look out over the forrest and the gumtrees outside,

Hands on my womb,

Take a deep breath

And close my eyes….

My process of arriving in my womb has always been the same.

I remember the first time I meditated within my womb. I was 19 and I went in to see what messages there were for me.