Spent most of last night tossing and turning - due to looming decisions large and small, a difficult relationship and a malfunctioning car horn down the street. Finally drifted off and woke up this morning out of a dream about birth. Not birth exactly, but the thirty-seventh week anticipatory wait. The moment when you realize that the baby is coming at a time of it's own choosing and no amount of hand-wringing or preemptive laundry on your part will make the least bit of difference. The liberating release of control that you never had to begin with.It's left me with the feeling that something beautiful is about to come into the world.
If only I can get out of it's way.
sweet photo by dayben.
Wow, what a poignant post and metaphoric dream. I'm interested in what it is that you are about to birth, I hope that you won't keep us in suspense for too long!
ReplyDeleteWow! Quite the powerful post...curious to see what new beginnings are keeping you up and restless. :)
ReplyDeleteSO happy that two of my favorite Mamas hear me! I wonder what it will be.... Won't it be terrible if it's just "spring cleaning" and I organize the closets? I hope it will be something wonderful and grand.
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