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My first memory did not begin with anything of this world.
It began with a special kind of water.
Warm, boundless, soft, silent in the way only sacred things can be silent. It held me without asking for anything in return. There was no time there, no hunger, no distance, no question. Only the deep and living certainty that I was held, and that being held was enough.
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― Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath
― Iris and the Ocean of Remembering: Before the First Breath
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My next memory is of joy – a joy so complete it has no edges, no beginning, no place where it ends and something else begins. The moment a part of my consciousness slipped into the cup of my mother, into the deep ocean of her love. The moment I was sheltered by a womb.
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