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Friday, September 22, 2017
At the Brink of Becoming
I stand at the brink of becoming.
And in this moment,
There is so much to do.
There is always so much to do.
Like the constant of the moving Earth--
Which I never asked to twirl--
Yet I find myself spinning,
Propelling my life forward
At times at a dizzying pace.
How do I pause this never-ceasing sequence of demands?
How do I create space for will and mind and body?
To be reflective?
To be kind?
To be grateful?
To be all the best that life has to offer?
To be?
So I stand.
I stand at this brink of becoming,
And I breathe deeply into my growing belly and swelling breasts,
Where new life will emerge and then be nourished.
And in this becoming I am not the same as yesterday,
Nor tomorrow.
But isn’t this always true?
As life continues to spin us forward?
So I stop.
I sit.
I write the stirrings of my heart.
I take time to bathe my achy joints
and wash my skin clean of yesterday.
I don myself with sweet smelling lotions
and bright ruby lip balm.
I put on a bright yellow dress,
so bright that it speaks of the beauty of life
while also cautioning to slow down this pace.
I frame my face with delicate, light blue, teardrop earrings;
For today is a day of becoming.
And it won’t be long when such luxuries will be unreachable,
Due to the increasing demands of life.
A mouth to feed and soul to soothe
On top of sleepless nights.
But that is not today.
Today my child is safe inside my swollen belly.
He is tiny, but growing fast.
I can relate to the feeling.
Today I make space for my yellow dress
and sweet-smelling lotions
and ruby lip balm.
All the while the world keeps spinning,
And the demanding tasks continue to beckon.
But I can make space to savor this moment:
This moment at the brink of becoming.
And in this moment,
There is so much to do.
There is always so much to do.
Like the constant of the moving Earth--
Which I never asked to twirl--
Yet I find myself spinning,
Propelling my life forward
At times at a dizzying pace.
How do I pause this never-ceasing sequence of demands?
How do I create space for will and mind and body?
To be reflective?
To be kind?
To be grateful?
To be all the best that life has to offer?
To be?
So I stand.
I stand at this brink of becoming,
And I breathe deeply into my growing belly and swelling breasts,
Where new life will emerge and then be nourished.
And in this becoming I am not the same as yesterday,
Nor tomorrow.
But isn’t this always true?
As life continues to spin us forward?
So I stop.
I sit.
I write the stirrings of my heart.
I take time to bathe my achy joints
and wash my skin clean of yesterday.
I don myself with sweet smelling lotions
and bright ruby lip balm.
I put on a bright yellow dress,
so bright that it speaks of the beauty of life
while also cautioning to slow down this pace.
I frame my face with delicate, light blue, teardrop earrings;
For today is a day of becoming.
And it won’t be long when such luxuries will be unreachable,
Due to the increasing demands of life.
A mouth to feed and soul to soothe
On top of sleepless nights.
But that is not today.
Today my child is safe inside my swollen belly.
He is tiny, but growing fast.
I can relate to the feeling.
Today I make space for my yellow dress
and sweet-smelling lotions
and ruby lip balm.
All the while the world keeps spinning,
And the demanding tasks continue to beckon.
But I can make space to savor this moment:
This moment at the brink of becoming.
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