Like puzzle pieces slotting into place, you are beginning to realize the world is larger than what your sensitive psychic senses can feel. Distance matters; it is not random that your mother’s presence fades and returns, for her whole self moves further and closer to you. Some of your companions are nearer, not just clearer. Not long on the heels of that realization comes the awareness of your body. It is still coming together, your sense of touch still fuzzy and proprioception unfocused, but you can feel. What your mother says, the cant of her mind, now brings understandable notions of movement, direction, and sensation: talons in sand, the warmth of the ground, the bellows of breath.
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When you realize you are embodied, do you give a start or do you stay still and explore slowly? Do you enjoy wriggling in your egg, do you feel supported, or do you feel unduly contained? Does it change? How conscious was this discovery, was it sudden and upsetting or slow and unremarkable?