I got the call on thursday night, as the clock neared midnight. She was having mild contractions, and she didnt want to be alone. I made the 80+ mile trip, tired from the days' festivities, and sat in the dark as she tried to sleep. We breathed, we rocked, i rubbed her hips with almond oil as she raised and lowered her fingers in time with the chants. I held her in the shower as she swayed. I brushed the hair from her brow as she cried.
She was a wild animal in her "sacred" habitat... there was incense burning - sandalwood - and a rubber pool. There were grapes and nasty brown rice crackers that we laughed at and I refused to try. We sat on her bed, piled with pillows, and talked about how powerful being a woman can be.
The phone went out because of the rain, and we kept the lights off. She shouted the title of the next cd that should be put on the stereo. Decency was not a thought at all as we stood near the windows - one nude, one clothed but still soaked from the shower - and moaned the word "ooooooOOOOOPEN!"
We went to 7-11 for slurpees.
And it took hours upon hours upon hours. But the opening gave way to pulsing, screaming, thoroughly electric energy.
And he was there. And we sat in awe.
Welcome to the world, Adonai.