En Caul

I had this amazing revelation yesterday while writing. I have been struggling with my character's birth story. There is a point where it is recounted and I just was stuck with it, for like four months. Then, this summer when I was visiting in Maine with my college friends, my friend Tabatha told me that her  now 6 month old son had been born with the birth sack intact. My friend Emmanuelle chimed in that those births are rare and have special meaning. The subject moved on before I could ask any questions and the trip was so busy that I sort of forgot. Until yesterday. To be born en caul, is to be born encased in a translucent bubble. There is no danger in it but it is thought to be the most serene way to be born and that people born that way are bound for greatness and great serenity. In a bubble in a creek. I knew she was born in a creek but hadn't yet put together the bubble part. That's what I was trying to say the other day. There is no rhyme or reason, but you just have to wait for these parts of the story to give way and reveal themselves. And then thank your lucky stars for such insights and hope for an abundance of more. 

My daughter told me the other day that she wished she was still inside my tummy. I told her I was glad that she was out so that I could snuggle her but I did see her point. The warm, snug simplicity of that space. Irretrievable. I think true love can feel that way, peaceful, safe, a place where you can finally rest. That is also one of the beauties of floating or submerging in a pool of water. You can be held for a moment and the noise and stimulation of the world is muffled for just a moment.