Yes! Let me fall into the space of tender infancy. Yes! Let me bud in pre-natal, bloom in birth, and nest in post-natal. Yes! Let me do better. Yes! Let me be better. Yes! And let me be home home home! Let me hide behind the responsibility of baby care. Let me hide from all the unknown opportunities out there.
I daydreamed for one month about another soul joining our home.
It started with a thought - an I could be pregnant thought - followed by stirrings and swirlings and quiverings within. And swelling? Yes, swelling! And swooning? Yes, swooning.
But then, oh, then, - blood banged down my door. And I wept. This was grief. Grief for this one. Grief for no future ones. Grief for the end of an era.
After a few days, the sorrow rose like fog, and there in the clear meadow of my being, I was whole and free and open to more.
Yes, let me be more more more!
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