I sat last night, with an old friend. Holding her day old baby girl. Both were achingly beautiful. I’d felt the flutterings and turnings of this child in her mother’s belly. And now she was here, in my arms. Sleepy, yawning.
When J took the baby to her breast, I was literally overwhelmed with how simple, how natural, how connected this mother and child were. My own life suddenly felt so very far removed; flesh and stink and shallow grasping in a hard and metal world.
Sad, but also filled with awe, I was so moved by this glimpse of who we should be. Touched with tenderness and a fierce river of love. Communal, connected, deeply rooted in the presence and the cycle of our bodies, our lives. Safe. With none of the things that weigh and hinder us. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.
Welcome to the world, baby girl.