Closing the bones, sacred touch for the body and soul

The air is thick with Oxycontin and the scent of warm massage oil. I feel the steady comforting pulse deep within the body of an open and trusting goddess as a her newborn sleeps serenely on her chest. I sink further into this sacred practice finding our perfect rhythm. I feel connected and guided by ancient hands. The room feels like our sanctuary, the blanket she lays on protected by an invisible force. I feel warm healing energy pouring from my whole being as I wrap and hold this amazing body, I silently bless the hips that have carried new life into this world as I sweep my hands around them in a practised loving movement. As I massage her stomach and hips she sighs, 'it feels like forever since I've been touched.'  As I tightly wrap her with the rebozo she lets out a deeper sigh and a solitary tear rolls down her face catching the candle light as it falls, I see the body completely surrender to the embrace.

I dim the lights further and tiptoe away to prepare a sacred bath of milk and honey, scatter rose petals into the water and in a beautiful path back to our sacred space. I kneel at her side and whisper that we are ready. This bath is a very healing moment, the perfect end to this closing ceremony as she did not get the water birth she had wished for. She climbs into the bath and I gently glide the baby towards her, rose petals clinging to the perfect pink body. Tears of joy are shed, a warm light radiates from her, I bathe in this most perfect moment with all of me and can't help but shed a few tears myself as the goddess whispers 'thank you, I feel like a queen, I'm a Mum.' She smiles and adds 'I'm really a mum'. Her baby who has been perfect and serene throughout starts to feed. Total perfection.

I leave the goddess and her baby to breastfeed and bathe together in their bliss. 

I drive home aching,blissful and feeling ever so slightly surreal! The feeling I am left with on arriving home is complete gratitude. My gratitude was of discovering another beautiful tradition and reclaiming it for our sisters. My gratitude is also for the blessing of amazing and profound experiences like this. I reflect on my training in the red lined yurt in Southese and remember knowing that I was meant for this, I look forward to sharing this sacred touch for as long as my hands will allow!
Thank you to Maddie and Sophie for the gift.