Fertility Appears in Many Different Opportunities

In Many Different Opportunities Will You Find Fertility

 

Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.

 

 

Grow something. Nurture it. Find what is needed to nourish and sustain it.

 

 

Find your own fertility. Beyond becoming pregnant. 

 

 

Grow yourself. 

 

 

                            

 

 

 

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Fertile Mother's Day Dreams

Mother's Day Dreams

 

Holding that dream close enough to feel

in your heartbeat 

and your breath

That you will become a mother

 

Your heart singing with the truth

That you will hold your child

first in your mind's eye

where your intuition reigns

against all odds

 

Allowing that dream

space to evolve

to become fertile

in ways that you can only see the edges of

right now

 

Believing fully and completely

that you will hold your child

in your arms

That you will see into each other's eyes

 

That you will become the mother

that you are destined to become

That you are dreaming of

That you already are

 

 

Infertility Poetry, Creative and Healing

 
Some poems about infertility  and fertility that I found on the internet that touched my heart. I thought I would share. There was no specific author acknowledged.

Because if they look real close,
They will see the tears that fall like rain.
The room is picked,
And baby's things collected.
But, inside that empty room,
Something needs corrected.
Because there's a crib and a cradle -
There are baby toys and clothes too.
But, there is not a baby -
No baby to fill this womb.
I cannot stop the crying,
And my pain won't subside.
I'm lost for ways of trying;
I've run out of places to hide.
The holidays they come and go -
All the years that I look back.
And now I find the future's grim
When I look at what I lack.
I try to hang onto hope -
I try to wait and see.
But sometimes it's hard to cope
When I think it may never be.
I'm not the only one that finds it hard -
Sometimes I wish I were.
But, it's the hurt I see in his eyes
That digs in like a spur.
So tell me where to go from here -
Please tell me where to go.
Things just seem so unclear,
And it has challenged all I know.
It has tested and confused me.
It has brought me to my knees.
And now it's too hard to see
Just what you need from me.
Is it something I am doing wrong?
Is there something I can do?
You see, I've been waiting for so long,
And I've been crying out to you.
Please don't let this be a barren place-
In this place where my child should be.
Let me see your loving grace.
Please bring my child to me.
Rock-a-bye baby...
I hold you so dear.
Even if it's only in my heart
That I'm holding you near.
I sit here and wonder
Is it ever to be?
Will I get to display
The mother in me?
Wonder in time
How the story will end,
Will they just be for others-
The showers I attend.
When's it my turn
I ask God each day,
The only answer I get
Is, "Not today".
I ask only to know
What my future might be,
To plan and prepare
God, please tell me.
I just need to know
How long to be strong,
For sometimes I question
my strength to go on.
I sit here and wonder
Is it ever to be?
Will I get to display
The mother in me?

Infertility Can Cause a Negative Feeling or Nineteen- NIAW and Rumi

  In honor of National Infertility Awareness Week, (NIAW), a young friend of mine read me a beautiful poem that began with "I wonder". Hearing her lovely, excited voice repeating the poem, remembering many lines, nothing written down, I was inspired to look it up and share it with you. It really spoke to infertility,to the cyclical nature of treatment and hope, and it definitely spoke to me. However, when I looked it up on the internet, I found many poems, none of them the one she spoke to me.

I am embarrassed to admit that I don't usually understand or appreciate poetry, most specifically Rumi. As a yogi, that's just this shy of disgraceful. (Not that it would be called disgraceful, something a tad less judgmental, such as "unaware".) Many of my friends send me Rumi poems and wax philosophical about them, almost gushing about the meaning and messages and I again admit, they leave me cold. I find the Persian poet depressing, often, confusing even more often. In looking last night for a poem that starts with "I wonder..." I came across the Rumi poem below and I got it. And I especially got it as it relates to infertility, positive thinking, what to do with negative thoughts. We often talk in peer support group about what to do with those negative thoughts; shame, embarrassment and fear are often associated with them. We are often full of shame when envy, jealousy and resentment come to visit. We are embarrassed that we have those feelings; we associate them with lack of generosity, with being mean or unkind.

We fear that these feelings say something deeper and more essential about us, that we are mean, unkind, ungenerous, and something baser than we thought about ourselves.

My young friend who spoke so beautifully to my heart last night, who shared a poem that touched her helped me find the Rumi poem below, which made me think of you. You, me, all of us who worry that our unkind thoughts make us unkind. That our resentment and frustration is an essential part of who we are.

So for NIAW, I share with you the first poem by Rumi that I understood and I got. And I hope that on your fertility journey, you find this poem and many other ways to remember that you are not your infertility and your infertility is not you. That you are not your unkind thought. You are not your resentment. These are feelings that come to visit, that perhaps clear the path for the brightness and vibrancy that are waiting just beyond.

In yoga class, we traditionally close, with "Namaste". The light in me sees the light in you, the light in you, sees the light in me.

 

This Being Human is a Guest House

This being human is a guest house
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

Rumi