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I took a bath by candlelight and my belly was a beach illuminated by the flame as though by the last dim rays of the setting sun. And I walked my fingers down the sloping dune of my breast and onto that beach. There were stretch marks there, but they were as sand beneath my fingertips, gentle ripples to echo the motion of the tide against the shore; the swelling tide of pregnancy and the receding tide of birth. And I walked my fingers across that sand and into the sea. Around my fingertips the plants of the sea swirled in the dreamy circling way that water plants have. I knew if I went further, to where my fingertips could no longer walk but must dive and reach, I would find the beginning, the cradle of life. For that dune, that beach, that secret place among the water plants…those were sacred places. Those were living places. I took a bath by candlelight and my belly was a beach. It was the most beautiful beach I have ever seen.

I took a bath by candlelight and I highly recommend it.


in Belly, Postpartum, Prose, Submissions
8 comments… add one
  • Dea Tuesday, December 5, 2006, 2:32 pm

    that was pretty!

  • beanbaggie Tuesday, December 5, 2006, 3:23 pm

    I love your writing. You look lovely.

  • Lil Tuesday, December 5, 2006, 5:42 pm

    That was so beautiful…a gift to your belly and birthing yoni.

  • Haley Tuesday, December 5, 2006, 9:45 pm

    Well first off you look wonderfull for having a baby/babies, and I dont really see any stretch marks… your very lucky to have a body in such nice shape.And secondly your poem was beautiufl! I absolutley love it!!

  • Shelly Wednesday, December 6, 2006, 8:57 am

    You write beautifully. And you have a beautiful body.

  • Amber Wednesday, December 6, 2006, 9:25 am

    Nice writing & nice belly. :o)

  • maggie Wednesday, December 6, 2006, 10:38 am

    Lovely and poetic.

  • Anonymous Wednesday, December 6, 2006, 12:24 pm

    Thank you all for the very kind comments! Here is a link to a larger version of the photo – you can see my stretch marks more clearly. They aren’t very long or deep, but they hold deep meaning for me. I have grown to be very glad that I didn’t “escape” the marks of pregnancy altogether.
    I love this blog and the beauty of all the women who have had the courage to post here.

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