The waters of birth...

I remember when my own waters broke 12 years ago, just before my son made his middle-of-the-night arrival in the world. It felt like a tsunami. I had to go to hospital aboard several pillows to soak up the seemingly never-ending volume of it! In this #dycp year of looking into the trauma of my own arrival, I've been thinking about the waters of birth, and whether or not the persistent theme and metaphor of water in the work I've been producing is some sort of pre-verbal memory of that event, holding a feeling a drowning, overwhelm and an emotional tsunami? I'll never know, but it's a theme that I wouldn't have picked up on without having the time to spend researching and creating work around this idea.