Hey brother,
First let me say you’re the man and I love you. Wow, what a journey it’s been. I have no idea what you’re feeling right now, but whatever it is I’m there with you. And whatever it is I could bet it’s totally normal. From super lows to surprising highs, after pregnancy loss I always feel like my senses are heightened… some would say I’m “sensitive”.
Brother, being honest. You’re such a legend. The way you’ve showed up for Liz over and over through all the losses. 7 miscarriages. That’s a lot of loss for anybody. The way you’ve showed up for the spirits that are making their way here- present, excited and still understanding of their timing. Of their own free will. That’s great fathering.
You’ve always wanted to have a big family. Well, after 8 pregnancies, you’ve got quite a tribe if you look at it that way! A lot of support on the universal realm. Whether these are all different spirits or the same spirits that have circled in multiple times I can tell you that they love you and they’re impressed with you. They’re all like this Dad is the man and we want to be with him…. or given the track record maybe they don’t?
Just keeping it light over here, of course they do! You are an amazing Dad.
While I won’t tell you what you should or shouldn’t do, I will say there’s a lot of potential via connecting with those spirits. When you honor them and appreciate them. When you exchange with them. They are with you. Just being grateful for them. Writing for them, appreciating all that they brought for you. That’s doing the work. Exchange doesn’t have to be hard. You don’t need to go out and suffer to prove to anybody that you care. That’s the old paradigm. You don’t even need to cry in my opinion… but if you do, I love it… I’m certainly a cryer… and a laugher too.
All in all, just know that I think you’re the best and from my point of view you cant’ do anything wrong. Your heart is so big and you’re so connected that I know you’re going just fine. Albeit, with a lot of heightened feelings of course. Let them move you. What a gift. A shitty gift, but a gift!
It’s like those gifts your dad gives you always wrapped up in some old newspaper. That make you embarrassed on the outside but once you peel back the layers it’s always so perfect and heartfelt. Just like the miscarriages…
You’re not a victim. Even though I know it can feel confusing as hell. And when you look at that little girl of yours who is here. Who loves you so damn much, let it melt your heart. Let it pierce right through it all. Tell her how grateful you are and how much you love her. The beacon of hope. The sign that it’s all possible. She’s an angel. One of the eight. A leader of a tribe of angels. Teach her to connect with them too. She is a powerful source. Look at the way she carries all of that energy with her already. The way she commands a space with her presence. Since day one. A totem.
I love you my brother. I could write and write but for now, just know that you’re on the path and I’m always there to laugh or cry with you. It lights me up fully when you come calling with true feeling either way. And if you call me and tell me you’re not feeling much, well I know that’s not true but that’s fine too!
I love you.