As 2014 begins I’m cleaning and organizing the yurt. This morning I find the journal I kept during pregnancy and start reading through it. I remember the night of July 25th, asking Edge when he thought the baby would come. Tomorrow he said. The next morning my water broke, and though Waylon didn’t arrive until 1:52 am on the 27th, Papa’s instincts were right. I read the entry from the 25th, remember how I walked through the garden and sat between the Calendula and Tulsi, breathing in their light and calm. I remember how, with a burst of energy, I pruned the tomatoes. That night in my journal I wrote to the babe inside me:
Oh little baby, I encourage you to move into birthing position. I also trust you to do that when it is the right time for both of us–when your body and my body are truly ready. I love you so much, baby. Your life is sacred, and you will be born into a beautiful world. Whatever adventures you choose, I will love you and support you in living from love, in seeking truth, in finding and being joy. I will do my best to let you go, to give you space, to accept the freedom you are born into, even when I may want to hold on. I don’t know yet how motherhood will change me–just that is already has, and that it will continue to change me forever. Th
Wonder, joy, love and mystery: these things remain an ever present part of our days, and as we enter a new year, I carry my wish for us forward as a resolution of sorts–that we may continue to grow and discover each day as a new adventure.