With you right here, at the heart of my body, I can no longer run away, no longer pretend. Not for the idea of what is to come, but especially for this energy full of life in its raw state and matter of being which I experience thanks to you being formed in my womb. This living force is indescribable. It’s a current that crosses me, like a tidal wave that sweeps everything in its path. It is scary because I see my world of beliefs and security collapsing, but it is of a force of truth which is irresistible. You make me touch the living in what is most tender, most fragile, sharper, stronger, more beautiful, more loving. All of this at once. The truth is straightforward, but it is not violent. I discovered this for the first time.

I used to do things a bit forcefully, because life is a battle, especially when you are a woman… actually, I used to envy men, I often thought that it was easier for them. But now, I don’t have any escape. I connect with an archetypal feminine energy where softness is a force more powerful than the violence of imposition. The male energy goes towards, it cuts, it separates, to imprint its force. The feminine energy encompasses, it integrates, it unites. It is not a force by imposition, but by absorption. And this energy does not depend on sexual organs, Men as much as women can embody it. It’s a question of interior positioning facing life, not gender.

Your presence is like a mirror. You come from the unmanifest, and through you, I discover how a body is made, how a soul is embodied. It’s a privilege that often brings tears to my eyes. This is a teaching on the embodiment of the human form that you tell me as you are growing up in my womb. I am sitting in the front row. I, an adult, who thought that I was going to have an impact on you, a child, I must realize that it is the opposite: you are the one teaching me and making me grow. 

The human form. This human form which I have always looked down upon, arrogantly, because I told myself that he was too mundane, down to earth, material, for the one who gives himself to the spiritual path. Being spiritual is a pretty idea. Having dreams, surges of energy, are experiences that also have their place. But facing the human in what is most simple, that is ultimately the most difficult. And, I hadn’t seen it before I felt you grow inside me. In all spiritual cultures, the human aspect has been largely rejected or ignored, either by dualistic belief or by cultural formulation or modesty. Yet human and divine are the sides of the same coin. The spiritual aspect does not negate the human one, because like two ends of a string, a double direction, to enter one, you must totally incarnate the other. A dear friend of mine said to me during a conversation: “In the end, these subtle worlds, however subtle they may be, are still worlds …”. I always thought that the day I had a child, I should abandon my spiritual quest for a more entrenched world. It was a revelation when I realized that I was descending into myself into deeper awareness than ever, at the same time that this human life I always avoided was incarnated itself in all parts of my daily life. 

You taught me that in this human space, nobody is too small to give you advice and teach you something, I who thought that only the masters had authority. I learned that the community is of gold. Being surrounded by the people you love, the people that reside in their heart is very precious and nourishing. I feel that you too are growing in me and developing when I am surrounded by beautiful beings, like a plant that blossoms in the sun. Something very raw and simple emanates from these interactions, from these human contacts. 

And life is there, it is this thrill that runs through everyone. To get out of it is to cut yourself. To think above yourself is to lose touch and freeze. Only spiritual is that which is anchored in his humanity, and this is especially true in our time and with the culture that we face. The absolute aspect can only take shape in its human incarnation. Life is full of … full of life in fact. The way it manifests itself is a mystery, the form is so secondary. It’s teeming with emotion, discussion, complexity, and it’s through these moments, going through them completely without resisting them, that behind, you discover that there is a magnificent, essential truth hiding, the heart of the movement of this whole manifestation. I often think about the wrestlers of the Indian Akharas of Benares whose practice reminds us that it is only in the ground as the anchorage of being that one can rise. There is no error on the trajectory, just learning limitless power.

So my child, already you surprise me so much. The rightness of your being obliges me every second to see what I am lacking and to go beyond myself. You teach me to become complete, not to abandon this human and vulnerable aspect … you allow me to connect the heart, the life in a space that moves me to the point that comes tears of beauty. Thank you.