“We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. We have stopped for a moment to encounter each other, to meet, to love, to share. This is a precious moment. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.” -Paulo Coehlo, The Alchemist
I’m inspired by the Central and South American way of saying ‘to give birth.’ Rather than using the Spanish verb parir, they use an idiomatic expression, Dar a Luz, which literally translates as “to give to light”, or “to bring to light.”
This seems appropriate to me for many reasons. For one, I have had the honor of witnessing a birth in my life, and when I held that baby minutes after she was born, she was like a glowing orb of light—perfect, otherworldly, and yet remarkably human.
I’m not a religious person at all, more of a Romantic, believing that the divine expresses itself in nature, something we are indivisibly a part of.
And now I am part of this divine natural process of bringing to light, of shepherding a being to birth.
In Latin America, they also call the actual birth an “alumbramiento”, meaning, an illumination.
So, on the one hand, we are god like, bringing light unto the world, and on the other hand, the birth, itself, is an illumination, a being illumined by the divinity within.
We are light giving to light.
Reflecting on this process of creating life, it’s hard not to marvel at the mystery and utter perfection of it. I get so caught up in who I think I am—all my thoughts, opinions, experiences, passions and pains—that I forget that I am a perfect being illumined, a thread in the holy fabric that connects us all, a part of our sacred nature.
Already this tiny orb in my belly has reminded me of the most important lesson of all, that we are all stardust. We tell the history of the Universe in every atom of our being. We are part of something much bigger than self.
In another context, I think of “bringing to light” as holding a torch for my child to shed light on the wonders of nature, the mechanics and mysteries of science, the poetry of words, the exquisite pleasure of fine cuisine, and the licentious passion of music and art.
The academic in me is already drawing out lesson plans for the next eighteen years, and Tree is planning a family whitewater river tour across the world, to take place as soon as our child learns to swim, something he plans to teach in infancy.
Clearly, we are both very excited to bring this baby to light.
“Physicists say we are made of stardust. Intergalactic debris and far-flung atoms, shards of carbon nanomatter rounded up by gravity to circle the sun. As atoms pass through an eternal revolving door of possible form, energy and mass dance in fluid relationship. We are stardust, we are man, we are thought. We are story.” – Glenda Burgess
Footnote: In the video, I went back and asked the doctor again what he was referring to, and it’s the baby’s body measurement, not its hand, that he was referring to. 🙂
Also, I am currently 12.5 wks, not 10, but we haven’t updated my belly shot yet!