Her capacity
to Be With Other was epic. She had a way of making you feel so seen and held. So she was entrusted to help lots of mamas birth their dream-babies. And this was fine until her own womb filled, with light. Life. She reconfigured things. Cleared clutter. Made room for her own dream-baby. At night, she heard belly-whispers that encouraged and prepared her: "I am coming for your big love. I am a handful, a heart-full, and am envious of distraction. Tend to me, and I will tend to you. Together, we will bless even more people than you ever did before." What kind of dream-baby announces itself like this? Apparently, my kind. The first (of many) is due Mid-November. __________________________________________________________________________________ I'm curious: Have you had a similiar shift in your creative life, where your emphasis changed from supporting the delivery of others' work (midwife), to directing the delivery of your own work (mother)? How did that creative transition feel to you? How did it impact others?
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