The rain drops fell and she wanted to rest. Rest in the warmth of her own precious heart, and everything went on around her.
Rest
Who is attached to whom?
I always imagined that staying at home with my sweet baby boy would be a dream come true. However, as I look back and think about it, I can see that I was at a complete loss much of the time. I was grasping at straws, trying to control everything by making spreadsheets of breastfeeding…
Here I am again
Here I am again. Do I give myself up for other? Do I stay with myself, my experience? I want to want me. I can feel it in my core. Solid and warm. Right there. When I stop and breathe, there she is. Tiny and wild, naked with mud on her belly and feathers in…
