Paradise Campground, Oregon. Sebastian is hungry, so we stop. As a mother, there are a lot of uncomfortable places and ways to feed your baby, but there are also some moments where it just feels right. In this moment, I felt connected to the outside world, a part of the living cycle in which things are born, things live, things grow and things die. It was a feeling of oneness with nature. We are but animals, although sometimes we forget.
Some other moments where I felt this baby-feeding bliss: sitting on a bench in Brazos Bend State Park, listening to the frogs and birds peeping a night time chorus as the sun began to set. Perched on a rock here along the below lakeside, at another campground in Oregon in Mt Hood National Forest.
Sit beside a mountain stream, see her waters rise/ Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies (Lennon/McCartney, “Mother Nature’s Son”
It’s going to be a sad day when my milk is gone, as it is already threatening to do, because I really do enjoy feeding baby in this way, and especially when we are alone in the outdoors.