The Messengers

A Poem About the Magic of Hormones in Pregnancy

The herald hears right away and starts to trumpet the news by the time the original cell has divided into 2...4...8.

The herald calls out to the golden body. "Don't pack up shop as you normally do. Stay here, stay here, there is work to do." We're building a body. When it is complete it will contain more energy than a hydrogen bomb. 

But for now, make your messengers. Iris, who tells the creatrix's soldiers we are friend not foe and calls on Hera to build a nest. And Hermes, who tells the other original cells it is not their time and tells our new body it is time to grow, develop, transform, from infinite possibilities to her one true form. 

From the beginning, these messengers tell the creatrix, it is time to relax, to surrender. The changes taking place at a bone deep level, relaxing her ligaments and joints, pulling calcium from her bones if jt is needed. Breaking down fat and protein to build this one true form. 

Soon, the nest can make her own messengers, and the herald and the golden body take their leave. 

Eventually, Iris sees that it will soon be time to leave the nest. She stops trying to prevent that centrifugal force. Hermes becomes more powerful, his voice thirty times louder than when the creatrix first heeded the call. 

An amazing third messenger, Agni, increases in prominence, the nest becoming so sensitive to his voice. A call that says, "It is time to thrust our creation into the world." Even more incredibly, after that creation emerges, Agni stays, sets fire to the creatrix's heart, compels her to love her creation without question, beyond what she could have imagined herself capable. 

And after the emergence, a fourth messenger, Ninshubur, allowing the creatrix to further nurture and nourish her creation. Reminding the creatrix once again that this is meant to be a time of surrender. 

Iris and Hermes leave for a while, throwing the doors open to the whole range of human emotions. Then they return again, fully in service to the creatrix instead of her creation.

And so it goes

And so it goes

And so it goes

The original cell that created me lived in my grandmother's body, which lives in her grandmother's body, as my granddaughters resided in me, and on and on in both directions. The creatrix heeding the call of the Great Mother to give life to one true form, who is needed at the moment of her call