I recently met a couple that were totally displeased when I explained that my placenta was hooked up to my baby for hours, treated with respect just as the rest of my body, then buried outside.
They about fell on the floor when I continued the placenta story by telling them that we later planted a blueberry bush on top of it.
I had to pick them up off of the floor when I told them that we really do EAT the blueberries.
Without that special piece of the life giving whole, our baby wouldn't eat, breathe or grow.
How dare we be disgusted? How can we be so detached from our own bodies, when the placenta is truly detached, we are horrified to look, touch or be in awe of it?
Did we forget that it was just inside of our body?
I wrote a poem about that precious placenta.
The placenta; when its job is done, when it is no longer needed to nourish the baby, expels itself from the mama’s body.
A treasured “organ” that its sole purpose is nourishment, leaves when its job is done
Amazing formation with intuition
To know when it is time to leave, know it did its purpose with perfection and now can nourish the earth and vegetation.
Blueberries, will flourish with its nutrients
By: Shawna Sealing Kemp