That's Life
Dear Friends,
My baby turned three today. So grateful.
It's been a doozy (sp?) of a year, with the new baby arriving shortly therein. Whew!
It's been a doozy of a few days, those sixty birthing hours moving through. This year I learned: plan all festivities for after the baby's born. The bliss-drenched, miracle-magic, potent, gratitude-rooted days of triumph.
We're there now, I'm back in my body, I can hear what is being said again.
This moon cycle, I trust. I trust myself to rise to the occasion called Parenting. I trust myself to meet the shadows as they come walking (or galloping) over the horizon. I do so as graciously as possible. I trust Life to take care of me as She has so far.
Trust: downward resting motion. The hackles release with a sigh, my brow opens, my jaw undoes itself. My mind enjoys a steady retelling of the story of my life: provided for, taken care of, loved, led, powerful, generous, loving. That's me. Or, that's Life.
K.
My baby turned three today. So grateful.
It's been a doozy (sp?) of a year, with the new baby arriving shortly therein. Whew!
It's been a doozy of a few days, those sixty birthing hours moving through. This year I learned: plan all festivities for after the baby's born. The bliss-drenched, miracle-magic, potent, gratitude-rooted days of triumph.
We're there now, I'm back in my body, I can hear what is being said again.
This moon cycle, I trust. I trust myself to rise to the occasion called Parenting. I trust myself to meet the shadows as they come walking (or galloping) over the horizon. I do so as graciously as possible. I trust Life to take care of me as She has so far.
Trust: downward resting motion. The hackles release with a sigh, my brow opens, my jaw undoes itself. My mind enjoys a steady retelling of the story of my life: provided for, taken care of, loved, led, powerful, generous, loving. That's me. Or, that's Life.
K.
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