It is in the minerals, the marrow. It is in our skin and our organs. It is in our brains and our blood.

Birth is something every cell of our body remembers.

We remember being born, and we can recall the births of our grandmothers in felt sensation (and their losses and deaths and tragedies too).

I learned recently that my great great grandmother died of an ectopic pregnancy that burst; she hemorrhaged. Not sure which part killed her, but imagine the trauma.

SO MUCH trauma that the story was never passed down by word of mouth or in the written word. My own mother was told that her great grandma died of “a hernia”. Someone was lying, and the truth must have been hard to tell since (especially back then) it was shameful for this woman to be divorced; and then on top of it, secretly pregnant with a pregnancy that would kill her!

Geez.

I’m wondering now where this lives in me. I’ve had pretty easy pregnancy and birth experiences but then as I write this I think of my own late miscarriage. And I am reminded how I also “hemorrhaged” according to the midwife at my first homebirth.

How much of this ancestral womb trauma lives in me?

I don’t know the answer as far as quantity; but I see the answer as a non-linear one.

It DOES live in me, but that doesn’t mean I have to experience what she did or anything close.

My ancestral connection might tell me more, if I ask. Maybe in dreams, or through cards or meditation or journey.

Even if I don’t get a story, I can also feel my womb space and I wonder how so much of the healing I have done there over the years has shifted this ancestral trauma for the next generations.

The complex weaving of ancestral wisdom and how it plays into birth is what I will be sharing about soon.

Join me live, or sign up and get the recording. Either way, it’s coming up fast.

I am so excited to see what comes through me, because I really don’t know yet:)

Love, Maryn