I was blessed this weekend with my first Blessingway; traditionally a Navajo ceremony to prepare and bless a mother and her baby before birth. As with many traditions and ceremonies, I'm sure this one has evolved and become vastly different from what it once was. I had never heard of a Blessingway until I had the honor to attend my friend Sami's a couple years ago. When I was pregnant with Noah I hadn't had a Baby shower because I couldn't get over the stereotypical baby shower with streamers, pink cake and obligated gifts; it just so wasn't me. With Avery a small group of friends hosted a baby shower for me and at the time I needed a special afternoon with girlfriends and it was much appreciated. A Blessingway goes beyond a baby shower in that it takes on a more spiritual and sacred aspect. There are soul searched words spoken and heart felt tears shed. Here are some pictures from my first and most likely last Blessingway.
My birth dream catcher with a bead holding intentions and dreams for me and the babe, from each thoughtful mama.
Hand knit baby blanket, made by the mama's and young girls in my family community.
My sister-in-law, and her daughter Petra; who will be just nine months older than this baby girl.
Everyone made a wool Fairy/Angel for a mobile to hang above the cradle.
Avery and I each made one together the next day.
Birth Alter with stones, plants and birth statues brought for loan by friends.
One of my midwives happens to be an artist. So, I got my first Henna Belly tattoo!
I have never had a henna tattoo. But I was told to leave on the paste until just before going to bed and then scratch or rub it off with coconut oil. This lighter brown design is left behind to last a week or two.
Visiting and eating, crafting and singing, sharing birth stories and blessing this birth to come, gifting and receiving; I have been floating on a cloud for the last couple days. I feel so thankful to be bringing a baby into this world with so much love and support to welcome her.