A Real Gem from MDC
Sunday, July 6, 2008 by Amy
Just came across this on MDC in a tread entitled "The 'I'm Crunchier Than Thou' Thread" where people post essentially making fun of their crunchiness. I didn't "play" because I'm not all that funny nor all that crunchy. But one woman posted this:
"OK, OK, I think I can do this. I'm so crunchy...
We conceived our child at sunrise on the summer solstice in an octoganal purple yurt (constructed, of course, only from fallen birchtree branches, hemp rope and handwoven herb-died organic wool from our fifth-generation family tribe of freerange sheep)...
Then we delivered, natrually, on the spring equinox, at midnight in the open air, warmed by a bonfire of yak dung and reclaimed cedar scraps, accompanied by our friends, family, a shaman, an herbalist and a drum-playing doula...
It was a lotus birth, and I stayed with the baby in an underground cave until the cord fell off, licking water off stalactites and eating organic mushrooms.
(I don't have to mention that we don't use diapers, but I did wrap the baby in recycled handwoven unbleached organic cotton blankets.)
Now I am living off homegrown yeast and fermented soy curd while I wet nurse six neighborhood children, and my husband.
Oh... I almost forgot to mention the peace sign tatooed on my cervix."
"OK, OK, I think I can do this. I'm so crunchy...
We conceived our child at sunrise on the summer solstice in an octoganal purple yurt (constructed, of course, only from fallen birchtree branches, hemp rope and handwoven herb-died organic wool from our fifth-generation family tribe of freerange sheep)...
Then we delivered, natrually, on the spring equinox, at midnight in the open air, warmed by a bonfire of yak dung and reclaimed cedar scraps, accompanied by our friends, family, a shaman, an herbalist and a drum-playing doula...
It was a lotus birth, and I stayed with the baby in an underground cave until the cord fell off, licking water off stalactites and eating organic mushrooms.
(I don't have to mention that we don't use diapers, but I did wrap the baby in recycled handwoven unbleached organic cotton blankets.)
Now I am living off homegrown yeast and fermented soy curd while I wet nurse six neighborhood children, and my husband.
Oh... I almost forgot to mention the peace sign tatooed on my cervix."
