Psalm 139:13-14

#Am Writing

Links to posted writings:

Blessed is She:

The Kingdom of Heaven is Near

https://blessedisshe.net/blog/kingdom-heaven-near/

Grace Notes:
The Body I Got From My Mama
https://bellagracemagazine.com/blog/the-body-i-got-from-my-mama/

Huffington Post:
How Marriage Changed My Expectation of Marriage
https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/how-marriage-changed-my-p_b_10445130.html

Life In My Thirties: What A Surprise
https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/life-in-my-thirties-what-a-surprise_us_57abd2aae4b024b403afc330

Embracing the Warrior Within: How Two Friends Faced Depression and Found Their Inner Strength
https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/embracing-the-warrior-within-how-two-friends-faced_us_58bdb13be4b0aeb52475fdcf

Learning to Let Go of Expectations
https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/learning-to-let-go-of-expectations_us_59da095de4b0cf2548b33805

She Knows:
Tools To Nurture and Create Balance
http://www.sheknows.com/community/living/tools-nurture-create-balance

2020 Mom Blog:
Repealing the ACA: What it Could Mean for Maternal Mental Health
http://www.2020mom.org/blog/2017/2/7/repealing-the-aca-what-it-could-mean-for-maternal-mental-health

21st Century Cures Act is a Victory for the Fight against Maternal Depression, Now What?
http://www.2020mom.org/blog/?offset=1496285712081

Song: Promises

https://soundcloud.com/bridget-jean-71619884/promises-7-ending-4

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.

Blooming Among Sunflowers

I was published in Bella Grace!!!

At the Cusp of Springtime

I exist in a time at the cusp of springtime.
And in a space ripe for the intermingling of the secular and sacred.
Where they bleed into One.
And it awakens in me a aching longing.
For deep rest and sunshine.
For hard work and laughter.
For community and solitude.

And it is in this time and space,
I plant my feet on the ground
And reach for the heavens
Knowing that I am created from the dust of stars,
Yet exist in the confines and expansiveness
Of time and space and awareness.

Breathe it in.  Breathe it out.
For this moment will pass,
Yet it is as it is for all of eternity.

And I dance among juxtapositions,
Finding movement and joy in their music.
And continue to search for their presence on Earth.
This aching Earth.
This aching longing.
Ripe with life's possibilities.
At the cusp of springtime.