That guttural moan, in the mid-life birth canal

Remember, as a way of being, no one has any energy when they are letting go. It is okay. Allow them not to do anything. Allow it for a long, long time. No exercise, no moving, no nothing. It can be very very important, needed, and beautiful. Don’t try to change or accelerate it. It is sacred, reptilian time. We lose our skin, our energy, we dissociate into something. The voice goes down to a vibrating, guttural, moan-hummm. The one we know how to do, and comes from us, without trying when we drop into that nothing ~ pain, loss, energy, joy. Where life emerges and transforms. Where we feel transformation, the ‘me’ becomes a thin veil. We are reptiles. That is the place this shedding and birthing of life, through ourselves, through our exiting cells, and channels, and fibers, destroying and transforming into next stages of being. We birth anew all the time.