AWARD WINNING & BESTSELLING AUTHOR
I remember as if it was yesterday the yearning, the obsession, the all consuming desire for a child…
Here is an excerpt of my story from Yearning for Magic: Spiritual Journeys of a Mother, Healer and Lover:
On our last summer vacation to Tinos, a month before I became pregnant, we purchased the tin-plated card of a baby from the Tinos church, a sacred place. Greek Orthodox believers crawled on their hands and knees to the Tinos church after they were granted their wishes: a husband, a healthy baby, better eyesight, safe travels. They climbed up the steep road to the large church on the hill with a carved marble bell tower, then finally up a broad white marble staircase to kiss the gold and jeweled icon inside the left side of the nave. Such a practical religion. Devotees paid their penance after receiving their miracles. I prepared myself mentally for the climb up to Panagia Evangelistria, the church of the Virgin Mary, on our hands and knees, if needed, to honor our
We kept having sex when I ovulated. It was a desperate kind of sex, mechanical, scheduled. After sex, I would prop my butt up high, imagining the one great athlete, the hero sperm making the journey to the moon, finding my egg, pulling into its orbit to make life. We tried the turkey baster, gave the sperm a running start, and saved them a few sperm miles of their great journey. Even that didn’t work.
Life doesn’t really stop because we’re facing coronavirus… I can only imagine how hard it is to have to wait or put on hold infertility treatment, or whatever life is going to bring… My sincere wishes for good health and for your desires to be fulfilled.
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