Conception & Water Blessings

It seems that this is where it all began...

It seems that this is where it all began, beneath the blazing winter sun, sheltered by las montañas sagradas, traveling towards the dark mystery of Mother Ocean.

I walked alone down dusty Mexican roads, winding through saguaros y nopales with formidable ivory spines. The mid-day sun was so hot I could almost hear the desert heat scorching the dry ground beneath my sandaled feet. 

Nevertheless, I was delighted in the novelty of my solo venture. The moment was simple but it was mine alone, and that fact in itself made it all quite wondrous. 

As I peered out onto the horizon, a sparkling blue line of ocean water met my view. I imagined myself only moments away from cooling off in the salty water, and giddiness washed over me head to toe. I was pleasantly surprised by the playful energy surging through me, and I noticed a subtle undercurrent of something mystical on the edges of my field. 

As I explored the sensation, I sensed a tether drawing me towards the sea. It was so tangible that it felt almost magnetic. I knew oddly enough that somehow the water and I were preparing to meet one another in an entirely new way. The ocean spirits and I were in sync. I was practically being lured to the water, but I felt no malice in this spellbinding charm. I knew deep in my bones that I was preparing to experience the mystery of Mother Ocean like never before.

Sure enough, as I stepped foot on the sand I sensed the promise of sweet magic in the air, and eagerly took to the tide like a child. 

For the first time in my life I felt absolutely enchanted by the waves. Yemaya was like a kindred sister spirit and the salty water shined with her blessing. I indulged myself in every sight of the warm December day, drinking in the gorgeous scene before me. Oh it was truly sublime to be in the presence of the great Mother Ocean.

As I took my first steps into the clear water, I couldn’t resist dipping my hands deep beneath the waves, so that I could hold a piece of the blessed golden water in my palms. I raised my dripping hands up to the heavens in a motion of gratitude, and let the drops rain down on me as I released my grasp.

Every stride that took me further into the sea was an act of joyous surrender. Every sweep of my hand a prayer, every trill of laughter an offering. Each cell in my body seemed to sing in ecstasy, and for a moment I was a holy chorus, reveling in this sacred song, meant only for the listening ears of the water. 

Light hearted and free, I let the waves wash over me again and again. Oh, what is baptism when placed in proximity to this blessed sacrament? The energy all around me was charged, palpable, electric, and humming with divine resonance. 

For weeks now I had felt that I was with child, but I was still waiting, still listening, observing with a keen eye. I knew there was meant to be a sign.

Maybe this was it? 

As the thought entered my mind, the world around me seemed to answer in response…beneath the shimmering golden waves I sensed a flurry of movement. 

My pulse quickened, not out of fear but in excitement. Who or what could be coming to visit me? 

I tried to search deeper beneath the surface, but my gaze was distorted by the rippling water. Another wave came rolling overhead, once the water settled again I gained a moment of clear sight, and saw that there was indeed a school of little silver fish coming into view. 

Laughter, deep and pure, bubbled up within me, and escaped my lips with the sweetest sound of sheer happiness. The little fish, I soon realized, were not so little after all, possibly the size of my hand or larger and were approaching me with impressive speed.

Another swell elevated the ocean water and lifted me ever so slightly off the sandy ocean floor. For an instant I floated up onto my toes, weightlessly rocking in the pull of the sea. Feeling held like a newborn baby. 

As the wave crested and dipped back into the tide, I couldn’t help but think that the water has never met me with such gentleness. My eyes were glued to the water, tracking the sharp movements of the little school.  I watched, transfixed and delighted, as the little silver fish rushed upon me. The school of them swirled through the water, circling in a spiral around my hips, dancing joyously across my womb, and curving around my back before twisting up around my whole body.

This must be it. The sign I’ve been waiting for. 

My eyes grew wide, as I relished in the beauty of this otherworldly sight. Diosa, I was certain this was a divinely orchestrated miracle.

A deep belly laugh tumbles out of me, and unadulterated bliss hits me with such force, that I nearly forget to breathe in the midst of such happiness. 

Before I can take my next breath, my little silver friends swim away, just as quick as they came…but I sense that our moment together is not over yet.

 Just then, the school in its entirety darts back towards me with such urgency I can’t help but scan the water to see if there is a predator nearby.  With missile-like precision they charge through the water, aimed straight at me. 

In my wildest dreams I never could have imagined what happened next.

Instead of swimming around me, the shimmering fish launch into the air and sail over my head one by one. With their fins outstretched they glide through the air like little aquatic birds. All at once my perception of time slows to a crawl, as if someone suddenly filled the sky with thick amber molasses. I watch in pure awe as their metallic bodies arch across the sky, backlit by the setting sun. 

The display of it all is absolutely breathtaking. Otherworldly in every sense of the word. 

My mouth breaks out into a smile so wide, I’m sure it touches every corner of the Earth. And then I know in that very moment, that I am certainly pregnant, and apparently with a very magical child indeed. 

From that day on my relationship with Mother Ocean was forever changed. 

I began to see the ocean as my mirror, a reflection of my wild feminine self, possessing many layers and mystery at great depths. Mother Ocean is powerful, life giving, and sacred, just as we are when we allow ourselves to dive fully into the boundless nature of our feminine. 

Lean into the magic of it all my dear one, let life enchant, inspire, and fill you with the fire of its inexhaustible spark.

From my heart to yours,

Long live the wild women. 

-Sydney