Grandmother Talks
Hina na ho ho henay, Hina na ho ho henay, this line from the familiar song by Susan Aglukark ran through my head as I presented myself to the guides and grandmothers. My question to them was, “what would you tell me about menopause”? They were silent except for the song, waiting and watching what I would do. “Is she afraid to get out of that chair do you think? Can she see us here?” “Singing is what is needed - vibration and waves.”
When I arrived at the hospital things were already in progress: mom was naked and clearly in labour. The barriers of "who can see me naked" had fallen away as the process of birthing a child stepped up. My own experience with this was now eight years old but I remembered the process of going into my inner world with every new contraction. Almost like the birth happened from the inside out - which I suppose is totally appropriate for both mom and baby. 