Loyalty to the Process of Birth.

Patiently waiting.

Waiting on a baby for over 24 hours as a midwife is remaining unmoved.

It is trusting that the right actions will arise by themselves.

Trusting that there is a story being revealed.

Trusting in the process and the Fates.

No interruptions of the unfolding! 

Maybe the right word isn’t patience then.

Maybe its loyalty. 

Patience is waiting for the settling mud to reveal the clearness of water.

It is waiting for something better to happen.

Loyalty is a love and dedication to what you care about.

Loyalty to the process. 

Loyalty to the time constructed by the Fates.

Loyalty to that ripening and baring of the fruit, not just the fruit.

Loyalty to the dedication to seeing it through before it’s plucked too soon. 

We all know plucking a piece of fruit before it’s time leaves marks on the fruit bearer and blemishes on the fruit. 

Birth is like this.

So similar to the fruit trees. 

Many things are like this actually.