that' what i do

That's what I do when I'm not sure what else to do, but I know I need to do something.
Either that or I go buy lemons.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Welcome to the World

We first exist in the ether. A loosely formed inquiry about what’s possible, about joy, about responsibility. We are first a question and then an evolving answer. We become Maybe, Hopefully, suspended in the warm waters of the womb. Eventually, we emerge as Yes with the arrival of gravity, and the gravity of it all settles its weight on everyone. We adjust to the pull of the Earth, anchored in the arms of our guardians, adjusting our eyes, our lungs. Finding our way.

And the guardians are finding their way too. The world is different. The path is new. The disorientation is real. “How do you feel?” I asked my friend. “Weird,” she said, with a smile. She is a poet, she has so many choices, and yet “weird” is really the only choice. I know. 

And I know too she and he are in love with their new answer, their new path, and yet no matter how full that love is right now, unbelievably, it still has so much room to grow. In the beginning, we know it only to be new and unfamiliar. As the days unfold, we come to understand, a little more, that it is also old, as old as the Earth and the ether, and we come to sense that that love has emerged from us as if it has always been there, waiting to emerge. We come to understand that this new life is the catalyst, and we are the vessels, and the love is larger than we can ever fully comprehend or explain. 

And yet some of us will spend the rest of our lives trying to comprehend and document and explain. And we will probably not succeed, but we’ll try anyway because first there is the moment, and then there is the attempt to capture the moment, and in that recreation is the re-experiencing, the revisitation of joy, and laughter, the struggle, the lessons, and the profound inexplicable wonder of it all. 

And life proceeds from here in this circular advance through time, moving forward, looping back, swirling as samaras from the maple tree, falling to the Earth, taking root again as fieldings, keeping the ancient, magical love alive.




 Welcome to the world, baby girl. You've landed in a wonderful place. xo


For Corey and Kellam, and for Fielding. 
Wishing all of them joy and love they can feel in their bones.

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