I am celebrating the tiny, immaterial moments that bind these sweet and raucous days together. The seconds that swiftly become minutes, the minutes that weave slowly and methodically into hours, the hours that collect and turn ever so gently, as effortlessly as our dear Earth, swelling as they will into days,..
Read MoreI am moving around the world a bit more now, since consciously quieting my public space movements a month and a half before giving birth to Luminous Glory. It is a slow progression, a gentle stretching out beyond the safe and certain walls of home…
Read MoreI have hemorrhoids, again. I am learning to heal myself, to be with the journey and its pain. Every elimination after having a baby is another birth, another labor of breathing through whatever it will be. Soften, open, release. There is no way around this truth. The body can’t survive without routinely letting go…
Read MoreBloom says I have to do today’s Wednesday’s Bloom because it’s Wednesday. When he says this to me I’m nursing the baby and my eyelids are growing heavier by the minute. It’s late, and 4 out of 5 munchkins are wide awake. I’m beyond tired because the accumulation of labors—over the day, the week, the month, the year, the years— has brought me to this specific level of exhaustion. I tell him it will be a very short post. He says he will read it in the morning…
Read MoreWhen your first, earth-born child reaches his 10th birthday, you will have been a visible, birthing mother for well over 500 weeks. I started counting the weeks when Bloom was 8 weeks old, and I have been counting ever since. All of my calendars note the number of weeks each munchkin is on their respective day of the week. So far I have given birth on a Wednesday, a Friday, a Saturday, a Monday, and most recently, a Sunday…
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