It is the time of the mother.
Come back to your conception, bits of stars and space, mixed with magic and the soil of the earth.
Come back to your gestation.
Snuggle in tight between folds of warm, moist nourishment.
Ingest the food that helps you grow, reject what doesn’t and leave room for more. Leave room for those who cannot find the nourishment or who have had it robbed from them.
Grow knowing you are loved.
You are cared for.
You are beautiful beyond measure.
Birth into the arms of a family that showers you with attention.
Birth gently, in the dark, in the water.
Drink, Drink, Drink from the mother and grow your body on the earth!
Move quietly but yell when you need to.
Yell and howl and sing and sing some more!
It is the time.