Saturday, May 23, 2009


I have been reading snippets of a book called "A Blessing in Disguise" by Andrea Joy Cohen MD. My Aunt gave me this book a little while ago when she came to visit. I have come across a few insights that I would like to share;

"When a cloud is about to become rain, if the cloud knows it is not going to die, it is going to be transformed into rain, then it would not be afraid at all. To be a cloud in the sky is very beautiful. But to be the rain, falling on the grass, is also very beautiful. And with that kind of knowledge, a cloud is not afraid of dying. I t is impossible for a cloud to die. A cloud can only become the rain, the snow, or the ice. A cloud can never die, and become nothing."

There was something about the simplicity of this thought that touched me deeply. To think that our babies are always here. Not physically, but in other forms. Whether that be in the form of a butterfly, the wind on your cheek or in the laughter of other children... our babies are with us. Deep within us. We just have to learn how to recognize them.

Another excerpt:

"In our mind we think that to 'be born' means that from no one, you suddenly become someone. That is the moment that you call birth. If you were born on Feb 1 2000, and you think that before that moment you did not exist, you are wrong. You were already in the womb of you mother before that. That day of you birth is only the day that you were out, here on the earth. So to say that you did not exist before that date, that is incorrect. Before that moment, you had been there, inside of your mother; she had carried you for many months and during those months we cannot say that you did not exist. You already existed before your birth date. You were the object of love of your mommy and your daddy. That is why you have to put the date back several months."

.... we all feel this. It's just nice to read it too.

Hope you all find these thought provoking also.

Love to you all.. xxx


Barbara said...

Lea, that's beautiful, thank you!

There's a poem by Walt Whitman on a similar theme that gives me a little comfort: (sorry for taking up so much space!)

We Two, How Long We Were Fool'd

We two, how long we were fool'd,
Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes,
We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return,
We become plants, trunks, foliage, roots, bark,
We are bedded in the ground, we are rocks,
We are oaks, we grow in the openings side by side,
We browse, we are two among the wild herds spontaneous as any,
We are two fishes swimming in the sea together,
We are what locust blossoms are, we drop scent around lanes mornings
and evenings,
We are also the coarse smut of beasts, vegetables, minerals,
We are two predatory hawks, we soar above and look down,
We are two resplendent suns, we it is who balance ourselves orbic
and stellar, we are as two comets,
We prowl fang'd and four-footed in the woods, we spring on prey,
We are two clouds forenoons and afternoons driving overhead,
We are seas mingling, we are two of those cheerful waves rolling
over each other and interwetting each other,
We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious, impervious,
We are snow, rain, cold, darkness, we are each product and influence
of the globe,
We have circled and circled till we have arrived home again, we two,
We have voided all but freedom and all but our own joy.

Love to you

margaret said...

Lea, those are beautiful thoughts. In truth, I loved my babies not from the moment they were born but from the moment I knew they were there, inside me. I think alot of people don't understand the grief bereaved mothers feel about the loss of their babies because they don't realize that the bond is forged long before the birth. Many, many days after I learned I was pregnant with the twins I would stroke my tummy, daydreaming about my children and who they would become. I loved every roll and kick, every flutter and hiccup because it was so intimate, the feelings were just between us, mother and child(ren). I will love my son for eternity even though he was only "out" for six days. Thank you so much for this post. Hugs

margaret said...

And Barbara, how perfect...thanks for sharing.

Kate said...

Absolutely beautiful. I love the poem too, Barbara.

I was completely in love with Zoelle the moment we knew we were pregnant. So I can relate. We had such a bond, a bond that extended far beyond the hour of her life outside of my body.

Thank you for sharing, Lea. So touching.

Erica Rinella said...

Thank you for putting words to my thoughts. That book sounds pretty insightful :)

Jennifer Ross said...

Those are nice thoughts to ponder. The poems on your blog are really touching. I cried when I read them.

P.S. Your little Nicholas looks just like your other two sweet boys:)

Mommy (You can call me OM) said...

Thank you for providing those for us. I especially love the second one which describes so beautifully what I am constantly attempting to explain to 'people who don't get it.' It's as if all they saw was my growing belly which stopped growing. They overlook what made my belly grow. Who made my belly grow. They seem to view pregnancy as a state of being, not for what it is -- a life inside another.

Peace to you.

Anonymous said...

I love the quotes from the book. they are very comforting to me. I am sitting here blogging as I listen to the rain fall outside. You have given a little peace to my heart tonight.

thank you so much for sharing!!

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