Saturday, April 7, 2012

A to Z:Govinda

The letter G for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge.

G is for Govinda

Each baby arrived early, but never in this lucid way. The boys, ever so ready to tread their way about, could not be late. More so than his brothers, hungry little Govinda, beckoned by an autumn sky, embraced a graceful yet sudden welcome. Little did I know, he would not wait for a dim-lite night.

I was asked by my mid-wives to consume a healthy dose of Vitamin C, for he had ruptured the first seal early. Off to the Co-Op we went, all the while, Govinda(who we referred to as Shani, of the Navagraha, then) breaking his way through blood and womb. Allowing my senses to fall from reality, an endearing acceptance of pain I had willingly developed by the forth pregnancy, I paraded on.

Waddling from aisle to aisle and back home took quite a while. A ridiculously bumpy ride in Hildagard, our Volkswagen bus, was the escape Govinda anticipated. Under the light of the golden sphere, my flesh, quickly becoming a servant to pain. An invitation from the night's sky, Govinda would leave his cloudy ocean behind to devour a hearty brew of oxygen and hue. Senselessly drunk on a melange of milky midnight, mother, and moon.

I nudged him to stay and swim a bit longer, not knowing that his blood belonged to the moon. And Mani must have his way!

So, there he came under the glittering ball in the sky. I closed my eyes, painfully shut, accepting his mulberry bottom in my right palm. And in that moment, I was immediately conscious of who he was,
the one who brought the  glow.

His papa insisted on holding him bare under the Samhain sky, listening to Autumn's cry. I watched and danced against cold concrete on achy nude feet. Aaron, always humming a whisper to Jah when his newest son is born; Govinda, a silent Hare; me, accepting the shallow howl from a distant breeze; the Full Moon, placing a spell: every twenty-eight days, the moon-thirsty boy and his herd of the many who are hungry and free, must come out and play.

Dance in the light of the Moon, Govinda Hare!

Another baby story with the letter 'J'.


  1. You describe it with such magical abandonment. I love Govinda and the meaning of his birth. As usual bravo!

  2. Another magical story with beautiful pictures. What a lovely smile! Looking forward to J.


    1. Thanks Annie! I was hoping that I wouldn't pay into boredom with all of the personal stuff. :)

  3. Beautiful story and adorable children. Count me as a new follower!

  4. Wonderful story and pictures! I loved your writing.

    Thank you for visiting my blog!
    A to Z challenge:

  5. I shouldn't really say anything as I am struck dumb by the beauty of your words and of your sharing Govinda's birth with us. But a blank comment page is not much, is it?

    1. In turn I am left speechless. So I hope you receive my smile. :-)