As we speed along the infertility superhighway, with traffic piling up and seemingly limited points of exit, stopping to check who is at the wheel can be a challenge.
Still, if we are to arrive at our destination alive and well and more fertile than when we set out on this journey, we must head for the nearest rest stop, wash up and look in the mirror above the sink.
If it’s a panic stricken child looking back at us, we must breathe, take her hand, strap her safely in the back seat and place an adult behind the wheel.
If it is all about age, and we need to storm toward that last good egg before our next birthday, then what about the women like Katherine, or Amanda Queally Gen Glassman, or Maria Bono, or countless other moms I’ve had the privilege to work with who after years of failed treatments conceive the old fashioned way?
Aren’t they 5, 6, 8 years older now?
No, the Fertile Heart™ road is not a road of denial. Age is a factor. But not the enemy.
It’s the image of time as a woman’s greatest foe, that blocks the life-force from flowing through us and re-charging our ovaries.
It’s what you do with time that energizes or depletes you.
Panic, self-hate, fear of contact with ourselves and each other, those are the fertility damaging drugs to watch out for.
So let’s give our souls a chance to catch up.
Let’s dance to the rhythm that repairs our relationship with time as an ally; a teacher/friend that allows us to grow into our most fertile Self. Some days it’s blues, some days rock n’ roll, as long as we dance and not crawl.
Speaking of tunes, this upbeat delightful song was shared by one of our sweet voiced, gifted singer/composer mamas Shely Ley, and inspired by…the Backpack Imagery on the Imagery One CD. Be sure to listen, it will put a bounce in your step.
What’s your tune…the one you’re dancing to today? We might just want to join in and sing it with you!