Two years ago, weeks before giving birth to my son, I wrote this Love Letter to the Earth.

Dear Mother Earth,

I am about to give birth and I need your help.
I hereby ask permission to get grounded by growing roots that will connect us while I am in labor. May I find comfort in sharing my surges with you. Not to overload you, humanity is dumping enough negativity and waste on you, but to keep this massive energy moving. Through my body. May you find beauty in my surges’ intensity.

I trust your deep wisdom to keep the energy flowing. You won’t hold it tight in one spot. You will shift it to help a volcano erupt or intensify an earthquake or build up the thunder and lightning of a storm.

I like to think that my surges may add to your fierceness. A spark in your eyes. A roar in your throat. A dance in your hips. May your fierceness inspire me to bring this baby into the world. So that I can find the spark, the roar, the dance within me.

Forever Yours, Maxi