Three weeks, one day
He is smiling, growing, already over 10 pounds
It was yesterday that I felt the energy to get up, walk, process carrots and peaches, to enter again into the wider world
Before that, the womb of the yurt held us both
and we ate, slept, sang, cried, danced
still we do these things, but now I am here for a moment alone
while Waylon and Papa explore the woods
and I drink in the sounds of buzzing grasshoppers and singing crickets,
their rhythm quick like Waylon’s breath, their song pulsing like my own heart as I move into the world anew
Time no longer moves to the rules I once knew–
it expands, stands still, shrinks, strolls along, and changes as it pleases.
To be with a baby is to be with one who only knows the present
he has brought me further into this moment, right now, where the air vibrates with grasshoppers and crickets, the faint rolling of cars over pavement sound in the distance, and the short squawk of a bird calls out across the field.
Three weeks, one day
I am learning how to live honestly–
to do exactly what my body and soul needs to do,
which is the only way Waylon knows how to live.
To live pure and present
He shows me the depth of freedom we are all born into
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