The Story of Woman by the Waters
Once upon a time…
A young woman sat under an Oak Tree. She closed her eyes and was immersed in a rich array of color and passion. She danced under the Oak Tree with her eyes closed. She turned up the volume on all of the parts of her soul that were longing, that were crying, that were vibrant and alive. The music of Water sang within her. Quietly at first, whispering into her body, bringing her sensuality to life. The Water sang with a full voice and opened the young woman’s throat, healed her voice and poured through her out into the people.
When others in the village heard the Water song coming through her, they praised her and wondered at her talents. She knew deep inside that it was the Water flowing out, and it began to rise in her, it began to fill her and pour out of her and envelop her. She began to float on the Water that was pouring through and out of her.
The Water lifted her through a double helix into a vortex of passion again and again. Water flooded through her body until it settled in her Womb. There it pooled and simmered until she met the Lover that would instill the Water with Life. The passion for Life was so great that the Woman and her Lover lifted into a powerful spiral, the double helix became embodied in the form of a Boy.
Alas woman’s energy was sapped. The Water washed away in the afterbirth and she fell into a deep trance and was lost in the silence.
When the woman woke from the daze of spinning, she found herself deep in a Forest with the Lover at her side, the Boy tugging at her clothing and her mouth was dry. Her throat was dry, her lips were dry, her tongue was pasty and white. She was thirsty from all directions, in all her orifices, yet her hands and feet were swollen, retaining any moisture they could.
When she looked around at the trees in the forest, she was disoriented and lost. The trees were smooth, red barked Manzanitas and Madrones. They were gigantic Redwoods towering over. And the trees were all thirsty. Where was the Oak Tree she had been resting under as a young woman?
The only thing that helped her orient was the Path beneath her feet. It was dusty and tan, same as her skin.
Her urge to stay close to her family kept her alive, but now she was to claim her sovereignty and lead them home. Something in her knew that she could put one foot in front of the other.
The forest was dark and ominous - so she lit the light of her heart. The light shined the image of a White Winged Dove Woman ahead of them on the path. The man and the boy stepped into the figure of light and began to dance their way down the path. The woman’s heart leapt at the sight of her family filled with joy and she began to cartwheel ahead!
When they reached a clearing, the woman smelled the sweet citrus smell of Oranges that filled her tastebuds and quenched her thirst. The woman and the man built a cooking fire in the clearing and set up camp for the night. While the man was preparing their food, the woman took her Boy down to the river to bathe in the Water and remember where she had come from - and where she has always been.
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Yonat Piva, MA, LMFT
I write about navigating the challenges of prenatal, postpartum, parenting & relationships. I believe we can inhabit our bodies with a renewed sense of fulfillment in being a human woman.