– I Am A Miracle – Myranda O’Bryne

 

 

I met the most intriguing wild crone at the Beltane Gathering at Kin Beach, on May 13, 2023. (I can not find the Global T.V. segment to share with you.  I do wish I could.)  She drummed and chanted and was mesmerizing. She read her poem and I absolutely fell in lvoe with her beautiful soul.  She allows me to share this with you.

 

I am a Miracle

by Myranda O'Byrne

 

I am a miracle.

I am mystically and psychically connected to the moon.

My internal tides match the moon's cycles.

On the full moon, in my full power,

I have made small and large changes in my world.

Some have been jealous of my strength,

and yet, I live.

 

I am a miracle.

I have more synaptic connections

between the hemispheres of my brain which

enable me to think, to feel and express those feelings, to communicate.

I fought constantly against the family, business,

society, history, culture and language of patriarchy to

make a better world environment for my child.

Some have belittled and denigrated my pleas,

and yet, I live.

 

I am a miracle.

I was born with a million eggs inside me!

I bled for 4 days every month for 50 years!

Each month, I selected one egg to grow and mature,

and each month, I released that unfertilized egg.

That's 600 periods of bleeding over 2400 days;

A huge blood loss,

and yet, I live.

 

I am a miracle.

I chose one of my eggs to be fertilized

by 5 minutes of frenetic male activity.

I carried the result for 270 days inside me;

90 of those days puking and nauseous.

Over 12 weeks, I created a sac within myself

to be a nourishing haven for another human being.

I gave nutrients, air and water from my body

to another through a placenta and umbilical cord that I made.

I grew my breasts large enough to produce and contain

milk for another human being.

And yet, I live.

 

I am a miracle.

For 36 hours, I pushed my bones 10 cm/4 inches apart but it wasn't enough

to allow safe passage for that new human being.

A man shoved a pair of metal tongs, 23 cm in length, inside my flesh

to pull the baby out of me but even that wasn't enough.

He thrust his entire arm into me, grabbed and turned that child

that I had made, and saved him.  The umbilical chord had wrapped around his neck

and he was blue lipped and jaundiced.

Then I knit those bones back together.

and yet, I live.

 

I am a miracle.

I was almost destroyed by that experience

and suffered fatigue, pain, depression, guilt, remorse;

I almost lost the will to live.

The miracle is that my child that now lives outside my body,

is such a joy to me that I would gladly do it all again.

I held, fed, caressed, nurtured

and cherished another human being.

I am a descendant of many female ancestors who created lives.

I am a woman and I have a son.

We are both miracles.