I’m remembering: 19 months ago, on the new moon in late July, at the 40th night mark after Victoria and Andrew’s beloved 3 ½ year old son Koa’s death, I traveled to Ashland where they live, and had the honor of co-facilitating a profoundly beautiful, powerful, healing, and heart-wrenching ceremony. Andrew built an amazing stone labyrinth on their land, with his hands and sweat, in devotion and honor of his wife’s healing ceremony: creating an ancient form to allow for the archetypal spiral descent Victoria was courageously embracing at that time: moving fully into the underworld to completely presence her beloved boy’s death, and what had died inside her, with his passing, beckoning a time of conscious grief she could only be engulfed by.
The night after the ceremony I went back to where I was staying and while I slept I had a most incredible dream. I dreamt of Victoria’s daughter. I dreamt lucidly of this sacred baby girl who might come. I could see her, clearly a girl, radiant and gorgeous, pink and fuzzy-haired, suckling Victoria’s breast: immensely loved. And I could see her in her papa Andrew’s arms, and his face completely aglow as he looked down upon her with awe. I woke up in the middle of the night completely aflush with this vision. I sat straight up in bed and just looked at it very deeply, in great seriousness. I was overcome with the poignancy of the dream, asking the angels around me if it was even possible, if Victoria’s body could even handle another pregnancy. I looked at what it would mean for her to bring in another baby in light of losing her beloved Koa. And I saw that it would only happen after she knew, and even her body knew, that there was no possibility of replacing him, of filling his place, ever. That if this child were to come into their lives, she would have 2 older brothers: one in spirit, and one in flesh, both guiding her way. And that her path into this world was bound to be found through the medicine of both grief, and faith. I could not help but feel that in some way this baby girl was going to be yet another gift, a healing gift, a gift of love and comfort from Koa to his dear Mama, and his cherished Papa, and his big brother, and to the world, to all of us. I went back to sleep then, with this vision held dear to my heart. I shared the dream with Victoria the very next day as I left to return home to my own children.. I remember what she said in response, her voice so gracious, so true, with her heart so consumed by the devastation of her loss; so quietly she said: “Sister: I will hold this dream very, very close.”
And now, Coral’s birth time is upon us, and I have the great good fortune of flying to Kauai to be with their family for this sacred transition into the next chapter. What a humbling mystery it all is: truly, truly: holy and humbling.
I ask at this time~ if you are so called, (yes, you!) that you join the great community of people who love this special family, and offer the truest prayers of your heart towards this beloved girl’s passage from her mama’s cozy womb and her spirithome into her own sacred breath of human flesh. May her birth be one of great ease and joy, grace and even supreme, ecstatic pleasure for my dear sister’s amazing mama body and heart. May everything flow with unimaginable beauty as Coral makes her way into this next wave of incarnation, and this gorgeous family opens to receive their beloved girl. Thank you. Thank you for your powerful medicine prayers, your lit candles, your sincerely caring hearts of joy and welcome. This is the human community we get to partake in. How blessed are we?! <3