Pasture grass glistened from last night’s rain.  As she circled, her amnionic sac protruded, then vanished.  She laid back down.  Head up, she chewed cud and rested.  Overhead clouds broke.  Angled light shafts scattered across the valley.

Standing again she walked a few feet, looked to her rump, circled, then folded her legs and laid down, again. Clouds watched as the amnionic sac remained protruded.  She leaned and two hooves became visible, within the sac.  Quiet settled, the landscape watched, and the calf’s muzzle appeared as she lifted her head.  She’s done this before.  A resting moment, a foreleg stretch and the calf’s head appear, within the sac.  Creation silences.  She rests.  An Exhale and shoulders clear the vulva.  Breathing in, the calf is birthed.

The amnionic sac remains intact and the ordinary becomes extraordinary.  The birth is “veiled” for the calf remains inside the sac.  Sunlight lends awe as the calf moves in a space of glistening amnionic fluid.  Separate but wombed, the mother and calf remain one.  Individuals but singular.  Interior place becomes exterior yet new life calf remains internal.  An eye opens, first sunlight of birth, the calf stretches, and the amnionic sac ruptures.

Though water ponds around mother and child, the gushing amnionic fluid disappears into the ground. Hungry for home, you can feel fluid slipping through dirt.  Following roots stretching into the ground, the fluid finds root hairs.  Recognizing kin, the hairs absorb the fluid and the birth process begins, again.  

Sun glints off the sac now matted to calf and giddiness fills the air.  A crow caws and I settle upon vertigo haunches.  Interstellar spirit is not of flesh nor matter but is the boundarylessness tangling of calf, grass, water, root, soil, light, sky, and mamma where the singular becomes communal.  The old people’s adage of us being “known before the womb” becomes obvious as the life of what was and will become exists in the now of creations amnion.  Silence holds space as animate earth watches mamma’s first licking of her calf; stimulated the ancestors are rebirthed as the calf takes her first un-wombed breath.  Mama moos a newborn coo.

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The mass of Christ is a moment of mystical introspection. To contemplate the transcendent is to live into a day of unveiling existence’s mystery.  Symbolically and otherwise, the unknown of becoming begins as creations amnion is unveiled.  There is richness in a day when we allow ourselves to remember we are creational siblings who exist in an everlasting birth of renewal and restoration.  Our existence within the mundane and ordinary is of awe because the everyday is transcendent.

Our ancestorial stories are stories of common creational intermingling.  Whether we are people of Skywoman, Buddha, Muhammad, Spider Woman, Nüwa or Christ; the singular answer is we are not alone.  We are creative life who has siblingship with the natural and amnionic landscape.

Regardless of our human beginnings, may we recognize the unveiling of creations amnion in our life.  Know we are forever wombed, forever living, forever sibling.  And recognize the blessing that within the morrow of our bones exists the exquisite sacrament of a newborn calf.