My energy is shifting, pulling inward towards quiet and rest. I am peaceful as I move slowly, as I walk down to the greenhouse to seed and water, as I sit in the doorway and look out at the mountains.
Inward, inward I go, finding it harder to listen to the stories of others, feeling a need to speak only of my experience now, unable to graciously stay interested in conversations that shift to comparisons as friends and family tell me they know how I feel. I don’t have the space for the stories of others–I am filled with baby now, and the only story I want to hear is one that is not yet written, one that moves without words and teaches me to speak with my breath instead: out and in, down and up, empty and full. Each moment brings the lesson of contraction and expansion, quietly preparing me for the waves of birth.
This is excellent. An honesty rare and pure.
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So beautifully written, you will be a wonderful mom!
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thank you both~
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