*photo is my beautiful best friend, reveling in a very human moment with her little Superman
Birth and death have so much in common. There is a sort of melancholy magic in the process of the formless spirit becoming flesh, then becoming spirit once again. I think that our time here on earth is a short window in the timeline of our souls – and what exquisite joy and pain it is to be human.
I want to feel this human-ness.
I don’t want to miss out on a single moment of the divinity of existence.
The warmth and suppleness of a baby swaddled and nursing at my breast at 3am.
My pleasure and surprise when a blueberry explodes in my mouth.
The way my heart was rent in two when my grandmother passed.
Being brave enough to tearfully gaze into a friend’s eyes and let her read between the lines, and having her reflect nothing but love and empathy in return.
Traveling across 12 time zones to meet a new daughter in a completely foreign country.
Bitterly cold, foggy mornings that make my teeth ache as I’m feeding animals.
Making love.
Having a horse run underneath me.
My daughter’s arms thrown over my chest and her legs over my legs as she gently snores in my ear, my presence being the thing that comforts her fear.
I don’t want to miss it. I want to feel it all. It is only available now, in this moment. It is hard and it is holy…and it is wholly Divine.
Sacred.
Pure , beautiful, deep, moving…Thank you for letting us see into your heart today, priceless gift of a woman who is brave enough to show the vulnerability and the strength of her soul, thank you for making my day simply beautiful as I read those lines, bitter sweet is our life and I want all of it …
Merci, my friend! Love to you.
As I described my day with Leesie’s kids yesterday to Dad this morning, I almost started crying at the pure innocent humanness of each one of those kids!!! Spending several hours doing that pretty complicated project brought out each of their unique personalities in a way that few other things can. From the little girl who tucked her head and worked steadily and then added extras to her project, the little boy who colored each piece meticulously cause his Grandma taught him to do it this way – even though they had permission to scribble “just this once”, to the little girl who needed help at every corner, each child was soooo uniquely different and precious! Like you, I think we are all very sacred in our own way…I’m so very thankful I got to stop and be a part of it yesterday…. Thank you sweetheart for giving voice to this this morning! I love you my sacred of my sacred… :,)