We were busy at work last night, with five babies born in a twenty four hour period which is unusual at our little birthing center. My meditation practice is helping me to enjoy things I used to find difficult in decades gone by. I used to wish the time would come when I could go home. Now I incorporate Hollow Bamboo Breathing into the birth experience. Birth itself is thrilling and exhilarating but is enhanced and dimensionalized with what I am learning in our sangha.
Yesterday our sangha meditated three straight hours. Pearl and I then took a seven mile walk. Today, we had a session about how to use ceremonial cannibus and psychedelics to enhance the beautiful experience of breathing joy into the NOW and the next NOW, just in time to renew my medical marijuana license.
Most of my forty years as a nurse, RN, Nurse Practitioner was spent in bureaucratic allopathic sometimes soulless, often dictatorial settings.
Now, I work with the Amish in Lancaster County Pennsylvania. Soon we will be restarting homebirths. I will write about that when we go into the next Amish home where 5-15 children expectedly wait to meet their new baby brother or sister. I remember one 16 year old boy rolling his eyes when it was his turn to hold the baby. Parents don’t tell their children about the pregnancy. This boy seemed to know and furthermore, apparently wasn’t into playing the game anymore. I remember catching his eye and grinning! He did not smile back. He caught me reading his thoughts.
Sunday nights are great fun in Amish Country, when young people go out in their buggies, play loud music and hoot and holler. One Sunday, I saw a lone Amish boy playing loud rap and standing in the buggy singing loudly along. I've seen this same boy several times, sowing his oats with rap music.
It doesn’t get any better that that. OM
