My Nanna recently passed away. It has been a very hard time and I miss her dearly. This is a meditation I have written in honour of her. It is addressed to my daughter, who I breastfeed.
My daughter, here in my arms, take all you need. Receive nourishment. Receive energy for your Soul. Receive all the Light and Love within me.
Not so long ago, your Great grandmother, Nanna, or Opal as she wanted you to call her, would sit with us with such Love. She would tell us stories about when she breastfed her babies.
Stories of her milk leaking, and embarrassing her in social scenes. Stories of how she loved to nurse her three boys, including your grandfather.
Her blood flows through my blood, and your blood. Her milk flows through my milk, and gives to you each moment you suckle.
I remember when Opal would sit with us as I nursed you when you were a newborn. She surprised me when she would reach in and tickle your cheeks while you fed to get you to smile. I can't imagine anyone else doing this or getting away with it! But she did, and you gave her the most beautiful of smiles with milk in your mouth.
Now you're walking and talking, and Opal has left this world. But I know that as I breastfeed you, her spirit is here too, tickling your cheeks. Your sweet smiles with milk in your mouth tell me so.
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