Rockin’ & Swayin’
December 10, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Sometimes birth is quiet. Always birth is moving.
I’ve recently become aware that any time I meditate, go within, let go of deliberate thought, or just even consider doing these things, I rock and sway. I’ve also discovered I breathe in a rhythmic pattern that reinforces my rocking. And my heart beats in concert with my breath and sway.
In recent years my family and I have begun attending Quaker meetings each week. After many months of sitting together quietly listening for a voice within, my husband called to my attention that I rock for our entire hour of silent worship. Though I knew I sometimes rocked, I hadn’t realized it in this context.
I don’t know if I did this as a child. I know rocking is a common way for girls to soothe themselves. I noticed I was even doing it while simply rereading a draft of this post.
When I gave birth, I wasn’t so keenly aware of this behavior of mine. I probably rocked for many of those hours. I wonder if my husband, doula and midwives noticed. Did they recognize this concert of breath, sway and beats was an outward expression of internal quieting, coping, and opening?