Rivers and Tides

The rhythmic flow increases. With each heart beat, Lunas’ precious scarlet blood stream runs all through her body. If we could look at her fingertips, we could see the miraculously minuscule vassals of her fingertips, we could witness the course of blood at this microscopic scale enabling her sense of touch to be fine-tuned. Meandrous of other fluid, a clear liquid refreshes a sturdy cavity where millions of sparking neurons grow and develop safely inside this baby girl’s brain, touching each other with their delicate ramifications. Luna can hear her mother; the impulses jumping from one cell to the other take place at an unprecedented speed compared to the growth of other organs in her perfect brain. Her brain has a pulse, pumped by her own new heart, the river of life rushes as rapids nourishing the millions of cells of her unburned body. Two rivers, two harts, mother expecting Baby Luna to be born in the high tides of the early summer.

The moon eclipsed few nights ago. A New Moon, invisible to us by its position with regard to the sun and still made it evident by it. Tides subsided to this powerful juxtaposition and in the oceanic universe of her mother’s womb, Luna rocks in her cradle of dreams. A warm crib holds Luna’s nakedness, yet the womb is becoming small for her playful conscience. The vital fluid supporting this unborn baby’s body swirls with the effects of these tides, of this moon, of the eclipse. All of it remains in mystery. Crescent Luna will be full in three more moon cycles, ready to leave the intimate comfort of her mother’s body. The tide will play forces again upon both females, upon earth and in the breach canal opening to enable Luna’s birth.

The dance among rivers and tides obeys its own rhythm, beats, meanders, roars, dripping, whimpers, torrents. Blood, water, breast milk will flow when the moment arrives in perfect time, setting equilibrium. A baby girl will be born.