#mywomb

Opening up my womb feels like a renewing of my tomb Cleansing all the wounds, by blood pumping, flowing down my tubes She heals my insecurities, by cleansing them with light and love She is a beacon that holds hope and everlasting love

Did you hear her? A familiar vibrational tone I hear and feel She my ovary is calling, her voice is echoing down my tubes She is trying to connect me to a new life Subconsciously searching for the masculine one that will make things right

Did you hear me? “I am not ready”, my womb responds. This woman doesn't need a man to “make things right” “Together we make creative babies that are being born every day, if you listened to us, you would experience all the magic happening deep inside”

I just read the most disturbing post from a woman who came to speak at a pro-life ( I call it anti-abortion) event the day of the UCC shooting.  She explains that because of the tragedy we experienced over the loss of life, of family and friends, we understood the tragedy of abortion and its ripple effect on the community as a whole. Are you kidding me?  Those people we lost had personalities,…