Rebecca Elia: Life Cycle Wisdom-Spring

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When I met Rebecca on Twitter we instantly connected. A few months later, when I met her in real life, for lunch at New York’s Angelica Kitchen, we were already kindred souls. We spent a delightful afternoon talking – and talking and talking. When I dropped Rebecca off at her hotel, she didn’t want to get out of my car – and I didn’t want her to; we’d connected so deeply, we still had so much to say.

In her work as an intuitive – and a physician – Rebecca connects the dots between inner and outer meaning. She speaks the language of archetypes – the universal forms and forces behind everyday events. When you read her words, you will find yourself shifting back and forth between body and soul, between self and other, between world events and personal biology. Read the way she weaves the language of the body and its mysteries into the flow of unfolding in the world itself.

Hers is the deep and ancient wisdom of the Divine Feminine, a soulful, heart-centered wisdom informed by the understanding that we are all connected by an ancient intelligence that knows who we are – and wants us to know, too.

I am pleased and proud to introduce her to you:

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East Coasters understand the impact of the seasons. Summer brings relaxation and sunshine, outdoor activities and vacations. Fall brings beautiful colors, busyness and the harvest. Winter brings deep stillness and gestation, and spring brings rebirth.

West Coasters almost forget the seasonal changes. How often are their winter days halted by a snow-storm? When does the weather force them to slow down? Their climate doesn’t save them from adrenal burnout; it doesn’t allow for the gestation that brings new beginnings. West-coast weather is the stuff of which type-A personality dreams are made.

Our bodies follow natural cycles; they also follow unnatural ones. Lately, it’s not only West Coast bodies that are confused. What is happening with our seasons? In February, we had summer weather in California while the East Coast experienced record-breaking snowstorms. A few weeks later, the climates reversed. What is happening with our life cycles? How long ago did we stop following the natural rhythm of birth, growth, transition, transformation, death, and rebirth?

Remember back to the lunar eclipse on the winter solstice? This was supposed to be the longest and darkest night of the year. Paradoxically, the darkest night of the year wore a full moon. Normally, winter would be equivalent to slowing down, hibernation, stillness. But this winter has been anything but still. The winter solstice propelled us into fast-forward. We found ourselves bursting at the seams, exhausted by the end of January, the New Year barely begun. It sure felt like spring. Didn’t it? So it’s strange to be writing about spring, now. It feels like it’s already happened, that we should be heralding summer.

I find it fascinating that our weather is finally reflecting the disarray in our bodies. Our poor bodies have been confused for a long time, and now, so is our weather.

Where do we begin to right this wrong? Let’s start with normal, because we seem to have forgotten it. Then, let’s look at how our bodies can help us find normal again.

Normal.

Remember that? If you are a woman, you have an advantage: your body. If you’re not menopausal, consider your monthly cycle. What are the stages? There is growth (building up) and death (letting go). There is activity and production, and there is stillness and being. There is extroversion; there is introversion. There is considering the needs of the outside world, and there is considering the needs of the inner world. If you are following me, congratulations! You haven’t forgotten. If my words are leaving you dazed and confused, you have some remembering to do.

Everything we need to know about birth, growth, transition, transformation, death, reintegration and rebirth can be found in the human body and, specifically, in the menstrual cycle. Any imbalance can be seen here as well.

Look at your own life and your own body. What is in or out of balance? If you desire synchronicity with spring, with new creation, if you want to sprout your wings and fly, you must return to the cycle. Where are you stuck? What is your next step? Is it growth or is it rest? Is it transition or is it reintegration? Is it birth or is it death? Is there something you need to hold onto or something you need to let go of? It’s all part of the energy of life, energy that must flow to move forward. You cannot have birth without appropriate gestation and rest. We must allow our fetus to mature before she can be birthed. We must let go of what no longer serves us in order to free up energy for the next phase of our cycle, or the next phase of our life.

Take a few moments and assess where you are, right now. Where are you in the life cycle? Are you in production overdrive, like a cancer? Are you lost in gestation? Are you stuck, unable to access your energy? Are you in labor, preparing to give birth? Are you letting go, mourning a loss?

For those of you who have reached menopause, what does your spring look like? What new creations are in your near future? What have you released in order to re-birth? What parts of yourself have you welcomed home?

If we superimpose the seasons onto our life cycle, spring becomes birth and rebirth.

So what are the consequences of a premature spring, a lack of winter? Let us consider physical birth. What can go wrong? What must go right? When an early miscarriage occurs, we commonly assume the cause is an abnormality with the sperm or egg. Successful creations require the presence of complete functioning whole parts. They also require a normal nurturing supportive environment, and, of course, time.

What happens when we don’t complete a full gestation (when we skip over rest, relaxation, winter)?  Premature labor leading to premature birth. We all know how difficult it is to care for a preemie, especially one born before her lungs or brain have matured. It is the same for all of our creations. We must allow the appropriate time for our new creation to grow, to mature, to be fully formed.

Many of us find ourselves in the space of preterm birth. Spring is not supposed to come in the dead of winter.  This year, all of us became winter crocuses.

What about rebirth? While the capacity for birth resides within our menstrual cycles, I consider rebirth to be the primary state of menopause. So, let us ask, what is necessary to be reborn? Here’s where it gets even more interesting.

Step 1: First, we must die. All that is old, unnecessary, unneeded must fall away. We need to let go.

Step 2: We reintegrate, re-compose ourselves. We bring all the pieces back together, all that we’ve put on hold, all the new parts that we have not yet fully expressed.

Step 3: The Divine enters in. A portal opens, through our bodies.

Step 4: We are reborn.

Take away any of these steps and rebirth is not possible.

So stop. Take a look at yourself and at your life. Where are you in the process of birth and rebirth? Are you miscarrying? Are you in preterm labor? Has your gestation reached full-term? Are you post-due?

Are you in the process of letting go? Are you resisting death and disintegration? Are you struggling with reintegration? Are you allowing the divine to enter in? Is your portal open or closed? Are you reborn?

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Rebecca Elia, M.D.

Dr. Rebecca Elia is a Holistic Gynecologist turned life-transitions and wellness coach. She has worked in both the conventional and holistic medical worlds, including the practice of women’s health expert Dr. Christiane Northrup. Rebecca has always been interested in the multiple factors that affect health and disease and her emphasis has always been on helping women create health in their lives. She is especially interested in the balance (and imbalance!) of feminine and masculine qualities and how this affects our health. In her coaching practice, she is committed to working with women who view transitions are as transformative process and desire fulfillment in all aspects of their lives. She is currently undergoing certification as a Co-Active coach and is offering a special coaching package. You can schedule a complimentary coaching session with her at www.creatingfemininehealth.com.  You can also follow her on Twitter: @rebeccaelia or on her Creating Feminine Health page on Facebook.

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Andrea Maurer March 27, 2011 at 9:14 am

So, first things first… I’m a tad jealous of all these wise women that have gotten to hang out with Amy in person! I want to talk and talk and talk with Amy and ride in her car (in my best whiny three year-old voice).

Okay, so now on to what really matters – this post! It’s wonderful and thought-provoking and very interesting. Here are some things that occurred to me. First of all, my father-in-law is dying right now. He’s at the end of a very long battle with lung disease. The cycle of life and the stages of birth, growth, etc. couldn’t be more evident or personified. It’s sad and difficult, yes. But it’s also beautiful and natural. I’m in awe of the life that we have been given on this planet. Truly.

Now, what do I need to let go of? What is dying? The answer to this was a surprise when it popped into my head. I need to let go (at least a little bit) of my son. He just turned thirteen and there is an epic battle of wills going being waged between us. I want him to stay small and needy and attached to me! He does not. I’m tearing up just typing that. You have made me see that the letting go that I must do will necessarily lead to regrowth, a new season. That was worth the price of admission.

Thank you.

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Amy March 27, 2011 at 9:37 am

Where should I pick you up? Car running. Tank full. :) (I read your comment with tears in MY eyes. Though my son is 23 now, it reminded me of the dream I once had, when he was just a bit older than yours is now. I was in a baseball stadium with both kids when I suddenly ‘lost’ Max. After searching every seat in the vast and cavernous arena, I found myself in the announcers booth. Grabbing the mike, I called out: “I want my little boy back.” From all the way across the field, at the top of the nosebleed section, Max stood up can called: “But I don’t want to come back.” I awoke a moment later, sobbing. What I mean is: I hear ya.

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Andrea Maurer March 27, 2011 at 10:29 am

Oh my, Amy! Now your comment has brought me to tears. Damn kids! They drag us into the most intense, most all-encompassing love affair of our lives and then demand that we let them go. It’s heart-wrenching. I don’t want him to grow up. But growing up, he is. And the crazy thing is, I didn’t know how upset I was about all this until this morning, this post. I was mostly just mad and frustrated that he’s fighting me on anything and everything he can. I had no idea there was so much grief underneath it all. Ugh. Letting go sucks! #cryinginmycoffee

Rebecca March 27, 2011 at 4:27 pm

Oh Andrea,
Your comment brought tears to my eyes, too. So much is changing so rapidly around us. Your words about your father-in-law are so touching. And your awareness of letting your son go may just bring the two of you closer together. This must be the week for letting our boys go. My nephew just got into the university of his dreams, and, although it’s only about an hour away by car, I’m already grieving! When I look at him I still see a happy-go-lucky two year old splashing in rain puddles (even though he’s well over six feet tall!). Oh, and I highly recommend meeting the wonderful Amy in person (although she’s pretty fantastic long-distance, too :)

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Heather Plett March 27, 2011 at 9:20 am

So much to think about in this post. A few months ago, after leaving my job and launching my new freelance career, I kept wondering why I wasn’t being productive yet, and I was kicking myself for not moving forward faster. But not that I finally am in a productive phase, I recognize that I needed the gestation of winter first.

Thank you.

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Rebecca March 27, 2011 at 4:30 pm

You are so welcome, Heather.
How could you not “beat yourself up” when you’re surrounding by a world that does not honor rest? Look at the awful way we treat pregnancy! When will we grow up as a culture and allow women to be with their newborns, with their children (if they so desire, of course)? And congratulations in recognizing and honoring the natural cycle of life.

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Amy March 27, 2011 at 9:51 am

I love the questions this post raises, now they come at me from every angle – all at the same time. The most meaningful ‘answer’ that’s coming is this: I have rushed to complete my book, and I am very proud of it. But it is not THE book that I need to write. While worthy and precious, it is a practice run at something much richer and broader that is trying to be born through me. And it is time to begin. If I don’t I will not be able to celebrate this beautiful and priceless book I’ve made – for I will be mourning the stillborn twin book, still gestating.
Thank you, Rebecca, for reminding me to check in.

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Sally March 27, 2011 at 11:30 am

Holy Fascinating Questions Batman! For a brief moment, I was thrown back to the days of Elementary School Gym class, where the activity was Dodge Ball ~ and I couldn’t get myself knocked out fast enough because the barrage of balls hurtling at my body and head was almost too hard to face.

So many questions in this post ~ each one could fill a month with Journal Writing. And for me, some of them will do just that …

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Rebecca March 27, 2011 at 4:34 pm

You are very welcome, Ms. Amy. Thank you for including me with this amazing group of women (Of course I’m talking about your readers and your writers!) Can’t wait to visit your twins! (…although, I have a feeling it’s going to be at least quintuplets ;)

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Sally March 27, 2011 at 11:28 am

Good Golly ~ the Comment section is equally as fascinating as the post. Well done Rebecca!

Andrea ~ I have two daughters, a 15 yr old and a 14 yr old. There are days when I’m ready to give them both, or individually, to a good home with people who will love them. You are now on my list.

Seriously though ~ my household is rife with hormones. As I am Peri-Menopausal heading towards Menopause (Mother/Crone) ~ they are both in the throes of Puberty, Beautiful Young-Women-in-Process (Maiden). I recently read Traveling with Pomegranates by Sue Monk Kidd – and she beautifully mirrored many of the transitions I see in action around me to the Myth of Demeter, Persephone and Hecate.

For me, this entire process reflects the dichotomy of Spirituality in action – and I feel that the flow improves when I remember this: It is NOT all about me, yet it IS all about me.

I had to get a true handle on the WHOOSH of it all. When the WHOOSH of life is approaching like a tidal wave from behind, pushing me in its wake and threatening to overwhelm me – I see everything around me from the perspective of how it impacts me. When friction occurs between my daughters and I – it becomes about their unwillingness to recognize and honour my authority, or their disrespect for the boundaries that I have set, or their complete disregard for MY time, MY dreams, MY life as it is being lived and as I’d like to live it going forward.

Yet when I am feeling balanced and whole and full ~ the WHOOSH then becomes an exciting current, inviting me to climb aboard and experience the thrills, curves, splashes and altered perspective it offers in its wake.

The ‘friction’ then becomes a road sign indicating that the old road often traveled is now closed or under repair – but a Detour is available if I’m interested, or perhaps a new, more direct or perhaps more scenic route has opened up, if I’m willing to see it and give it a try.

So, one WHOOSH makes it all about me in a Victim-Mentality kind of way ~ and the other WHOOSH makes it all about me in an Empowered-Loving kind of way.

And to tie this all into the post (in case it appears my Peri-Menopausal hazy brain has taken over this comment) ~ WHOOSH is the sound of the baby being born, the placenta/after birth leaving the body, a new beginning about to commence, if allowed to do so. (We can feel ‘pushed’ into separating from our children before we’re ready – or we can accept that separation is inevitable and enthusiastically participate in the process.)

So the reason I’m merely writing a list of People with Good, Loving Homes and not actively pursuing it with Daughter Drop Off – is because I tend to ride the WHOOSH more often than being pushed by it, and I’ll tell ya ~ it’s a crazy ride …

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Rebecca March 27, 2011 at 4:42 pm

Thank you, Sally.

What a lovely way of describing our different perspectives when looking at the life cycle. It is absolutely true that everything changes according to our perspective (this is actually one of the cornerstones of the type of coaching I’m doing). With our change in perspective comes our power–back to us–or away from us. This is, perhaps, one of the greatest pieces of wisdom. Change your perspective and you change your life.

I, too, read Traveling with Pomegranates. How could I not, traveling back and forth to Greece for twenty-one years? So thrilled you mentioned Hecate. Most of my current writing is centering around her–who she really is. Exciting stuff.

Best to you on your amazing and unique journey. And, yes, we’re all in for a wild and crazy ride. :)

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noel March 27, 2011 at 5:27 pm

This post is so right on, and I love how you tie the chaos of our bodies to the chaos in the seasons. Can’t help but think that the pollutants we dump into both our mouths and the Earth is tied into it as well. That’s why I thank my stars I have yoga to reintegrate me to my body’s cycles whenever they are out of whack, or whenever I do something to knock them off balance.

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Rebecca March 27, 2011 at 5:40 pm

Yes, everything is reflected within our bodies. Our poor bodies are just trying to help us, to point us in the right direction. So great, Noel, that you have the practice of yoga. It can be, literally, life-saving, especially in these crazy chaotic times. We cannot even ground to the earth for support–with all of these quakes–so it’s essential to find deep grounding within ourselves and to connect to that which is greater. Yoga is a medium which can do both. Bravo!

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Julie Daley March 28, 2011 at 12:23 am

Rebecca,
You’ve given me much to sit with. I’m definitely in a letting go phase, death, then re-birth I guess. No, I’m post-birth. Yikes. I’m not sure. I’ll sit with it and get back to you!
This is a really wise piece.
Blessings,
Julie

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Rebecca March 28, 2011 at 1:26 pm

Julie,
You made me laugh! You certainly are not alone. Just shows how mixed up everything is right now–and how much we match what’s happening on our Mother Earth.
Thank you, wise woman.
Blessings,
Rebecca

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kelly March 29, 2011 at 11:04 pm

It does feel like something is out of whack this year, both with Mother Nature and with my own cycles. This past winter was brutal both outside and in. Much to think about here, I think sometimes we forget how tied we are to the earth, to our own bodies, to life’s cycles.

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Rebecca March 30, 2011 at 12:58 am

Exactly, Kelly.
It’s one and the same. When we realize that our bodies connect us to the earth and its cycles we then can gain relevant information from either/both. Instead, we expend our energy trying to ignore or even transcend our bodies (and their requirements), rather than accepting that there is no such separation of mind and body. And to do so only leads to disease (and dis-ease).

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erin margolin March 30, 2011 at 4:41 pm

Rebecca,

Wow…I don’t even know where to begin, you’ve given me much to think about here. This was a riveting read and I hadn’t really considered much of this before.

I am a New Orleans native, but I moved to Kansas 6 years ago. I miss the South and the good food (and my family), yet I truly love and appreciate the change of seasons here that I’d never really had before. It feels more “normal” to me.

RIght now? I am going through so much. You’ll have to see my post tomorrow, but…I’m in the midst of my own change of seasons in many ways. I’m scared, but eager.

I’m so grateful to have “met” you through Amy here!
;-)

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Rebecca March 30, 2011 at 4:52 pm

Hi Erin,

Lovely to meet you, and I look forward to your post!
Only one thing is certain; you are not alone. This is, indeed, a time of great change.

Your comment brought up thoughts of how each location in which I have lived has brought out different parts of me–from California to Texas to Maine to Greece and back again. The trick is how to find home and grounding within, so that all of us gets to show up, no matter where we are. Am still learning this one! :)

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