Isolated Blurt Thread

[matriarch]

Oh, I don't know. The fact that you responded to obvious bait perhaps?



I'm kidding anyway. I like lesbians, in a general way, actually.

Of course I responded. I'm nice that way, I hate to disappoint anyone so obviously touting for attention.

But now my supper calls to me, so you'll have to find other playmates.

 

[rgraham666]

I love the ignore function.

 

[logophile]

Midwifery as Spiritual Practice

Long for a blurt - but there you have it...

As a midwife, I believe in women - in the unshakable power and strength of women in all phases of their lives. When I care for a woman during her pregnancy, I revel in her beauty and watch delightedly as she transforms into the mother she is about to become. She grows thick, and then round and then finally completely ripe as we wait together for the time to pass.

We spend a little time together each week toward the end of her pregnancy. I ask about her health, her well-being, her overall state of everything. I am one person who will never get tired of hearing the ins and outs of her aches and pains, her worries and her comforts. Her stories are often not all that new to me, but the retelling of them make them so very rich and wonderful. I listen to her baby every time she visits; kneeling in front of her, bowing my head, quietly intent on the faint whispering knock that tells me things are going well, very well indeed.

When it’s time for her baby to arrive, I leave my home full of hope and joy and even excitement. I am ready to witness this experience. I drive, probably too fast, to her and set up my tools and equipment; towels, sterile instruments, oxygen, medications, patience, time, love… each item as important as the others. I read her, watch her. I anticipate her needs. Her labor and I become one, riding through the night and into the early morning. Sometimes I do a lot of hard work, rubbing and holding and bearing her weight. Sometimes I sit quietly, knitting and nodding in affirmation that things are proceeding perfectly.

Eventually she lets me know that her baby is coming and I take my position. I am kneeling, once again. My head is bowed, I am quiet and still and utterly connected to this moment. The universe and this woman are co-creators and I am being allowed the privilege of witnessing it. A whole new person, a new spirit is about to join us here and I sometimes must remind myself to breathe because the beauty is so overwhelming. Whenever possible, I look to the baby’s father to receive this gift, placing his hands gently around the emerging head, guiding him through the steps of holding his slippery progeny and lifting it up to mom.

Once babe and mom are safely tucked together, I breathe deep. Relax. Deeply inhale. Hold it. And on the exhale, I give thanks once again for being called to this path, to this life. I am blessed to be allowed into this part of the great circle.

 

[Stella_Omega]

Logo, that is the best blurt I have ever read, anywhere, any time!

Hugs and kisses to you!

 

[matriarch]

Long for a blurt - but there you have it...

As a midwife, I believe in women - in the unshakable power and strength of women in all phases of their lives. When I care for a woman during her pregnancy, I revel in her beauty and watch delightedly as she transforms into the mother she is about to become. She grows thick, and then round and then finally completely ripe as we wait together for the time to pass.

We spend a little time together each week toward the end of her pregnancy. I ask about her health, her well-being, her overall state of everything. I am one person who will never get tired of hearing the ins and outs of her aches and pains, her worries and her comforts. Her stories are often not all that new to me, but the retelling of them make them so very rich and wonderful. I listen to her baby every time she visits; kneeling in front of her, bowing my head, quietly intent on the faint whispering knock that tells me things are going well, very well indeed.

When it’s time for her baby to arrive, I leave my home full of hope and joy and even excitement. I am ready to witness this experience. I drive, probably too fast, to her and set up my tools and equipment; towels, sterile instruments, oxygen, medications, patience, time, love… each item as important as the others. I read her, watch her. I anticipate her needs. Her labor and I become one, riding through the night and into the early morning. Sometimes I do a lot of hard work, rubbing and holding and bearing her weight. Sometimes I sit quietly, knitting and nodding in affirmation that things are proceeding perfectly.

Eventually she lets me know that her baby is coming and I take my position. I am kneeling, once again. My head is bowed, I am quiet and still and utterly connected to this moment. The universe and this woman are co-creators and I am being allowed the privilege of witnessing it. A whole new person, a new spirit is about to join us here and I sometimes must remind myself to breathe because the beauty is so overwhelming. Whenever possible, I look to the baby’s father to receive this gift, placing his hands gently around the emerging head, guiding him through the steps of holding his slippery progeny and lifting it up to mom.

Once babe and mom are safely tucked together, I breathe deep. Relax. Deeply inhale. Hold it. And on the exhale, I give thanks once again for being called to this path, to this life. I am blessed to be allowed into this part of the great circle.

You leave me humbled and tearful.
Thank you for sharing.

 

[Guest]

blurt fucking blurt
i hate wall paper.

 

[yui]

blurt fucking blurt
i hate wall paper.

I hate it, too. Refuse to have it in my house. If all else fails, mebbe, rent a steamer and steam it off.

 

[Samandiriel]

and so it drags on where even the best laid plans are met with pretention. Fighting the urges of right and wrong knowing full well the consequences of my actions and yet not really caring anymore.

 

[rgraham666]

Damn logo.

That was beautiful.

 

[neonlyte]

Long for a blurt - but there you have it...

As a midwife, I believe in women - in the unshakable power and strength of women in all phases of their lives. When I care for a woman during her pregnancy, I revel in her beauty and watch delightedly as she transforms into the mother she is about to become. She grows thick, and then round and then finally completely ripe as we wait together for the time to pass.

We spend a little time together each week toward the end of her pregnancy. I ask about her health, her well-being, her overall state of everything. I am one person who will never get tired of hearing the ins and outs of her aches and pains, her worries and her comforts. Her stories are often not all that new to me, but the retelling of them make them so very rich and wonderful. I listen to her baby every time she visits; kneeling in front of her, bowing my head, quietly intent on the faint whispering knock that tells me things are going well, very well indeed.

When it’s time for her baby to arrive, I leave my home full of hope and joy and even excitement. I am ready to witness this experience. I drive, probably too fast, to her and set up my tools and equipment; towels, sterile instruments, oxygen, medications, patience, time, love… each item as important as the others. I read her, watch her. I anticipate her needs. Her labor and I become one, riding through the night and into the early morning. Sometimes I do a lot of hard work, rubbing and holding and bearing her weight. Sometimes I sit quietly, knitting and nodding in affirmation that things are proceeding perfectly.

Eventually she lets me know that her baby is coming and I take my position. I am kneeling, once again. My head is bowed, I am quiet and still and utterly connected to this moment. The universe and this woman are co-creators and I am being allowed the privilege of witnessing it. A whole new person, a new spirit is about to join us here and I sometimes must remind myself to breathe because the beauty is so overwhelming. Whenever possible, I look to the baby’s father to receive this gift, placing his hands gently around the emerging head, guiding him through the steps of holding his slippery progeny and lifting it up to mom.

Once babe and mom are safely tucked together, I breathe deep. Relax. Deeply inhale. Hold it. And on the exhale, I give thanks once again for being called to this path, to this life. I am blessed to be allowed into this part of the great circle.

Beautiful, you are blessed in the work you do.

 

[Samandiriel]

I wish Logo was there for me way back when.

 

[McKenna]

After my brother died it took a couple of weeks before his phone line was shut off. I would call every day, several times a day, just to hear his voice on the answering machine. Hearing his voice was both eerie and comforting. I sense that's something you would understand.

I wonder, are you dead, too? You already haunt me.

You've said that I am very clever; you've left clues for me to figure things out on my own about other stuff. I've followed some clues about this, too. Please, please don't let me be right. I'm more worried now than I was two weeks and two days ago.

 

[yui]

After my brother died it took a couple of weeks before his phone line was shut off. I would call every day, several times a day, just to hear his voice on the answering machine. Hearing his voice was both eerie and comforting. I sense that's something you would understand.

I wonder, are you dead, too? You already haunt me.

You've said that I am very clever; you've left clues for me to figure things out on my own about other stuff. I've followed some clues about this, too. Please, please don't let me be right. I'm more worried now than I was two weeks and two days ago.

Oh, McK. Peace.

 

[impressive]

I wish Logo was there for me way back when.

Ditto. I had an awesome midwife, but it was still in a hospital setting.

Thanks for doing what you do, logo!

 

[logophile]

McK - my heart is with you. Let me know if you need anything.

Stella, Mat, Rob, Sam, Neon, Imp -
Thanks.

 

[tolyk]

After my brother died it took a couple of weeks before his phone line was shut off. I would call every day, several times a day, just to hear his voice on the answering machine. Hearing his voice was both eerie and comforting. I sense that's something you would understand.

I wonder, are you dead, too? You already haunt me.

You've said that I am very clever; you've left clues for me to figure things out on my own about other stuff. I've followed some clues about this, too. Please, please don't let me be right. I'm more worried now than I was two weeks and two days ago.

Hey McKenna... if you ever need someone to talk with/confide in, I'd be more than willing. You're a great person and it seems like you have a lot of weight on your shoulders.. Perhaps I could lighten the load, at least a little bit..

*HUGS*

 

[ABSTRUSE]

After my brother died it took a couple of weeks before his phone line was shut off. I would call every day, several times a day, just to hear his voice on the answering machine. Hearing his voice was both eerie and comforting. I sense that's something you would understand.

I wonder, are you dead, too? You already haunt me.

You've said that I am very clever; you've left clues for me to figure things out on my own about other stuff. I've followed some clues about this, too. Please, please don't let me be right. I'm more worried now than I was two weeks and two days ago.

It's going to be okay babe, I'm right beside you.

 

[McKenna]

Yui

Tolyk

Logo

ABS


I'm keeping all your sweet and caring thoughts in a box so I can take them out and wrap them around myself the next time I need them.

 

[minsue]

*surreptitiously tossing some love in the box*

 

[cloudy]

*surreptitiously tossing some love in the box*

*throwing mine in there next to Min's*

 

[McKenna]

Min

Cloudy

Thank you, both.

I'm truly overwhelmed by all of your warm thoughts.

 

[maggot420]

some days when you beat the odds, you feel a stunning sense of accomplishment.
other days you wonder what the hell you fight so hard for.
i guess thats just human nature.

hospital food really sux

 

[drown]

ate the motherfucker out...
but she wasn't ready.

the irritation;
mutual.

 

[yui]

some days when you beat the odds, you feel a stunning sense of accomplishment.
other days you wonder what the hell you fight so hard for.
i guess thats just human nature.

hospital food really sux

Welcome back. I'm glad you fought a good fight.

And yes, hospital food sux big time.

 

[BlackShanglan]

some days when you beat the odds, you feel a stunning sense of accomplishment.
other days you wonder what the hell you fight so hard for.
i guess thats just human nature.

hospital food really sux

Maggot, I didn't know you were in the hospital. I hope that all is going well for you. Warmest good wishes, and fight the good fight so that soon you can eat something other than hospital food.

Shanglan