Sunday, January 2, 2011

she is like spring in winter

Sorry to have dropped off the face of the planet, but I've had a head full of everything but the desire to write.

We have been through so many life changing, life affirming, life-as-we-knew-it disturbances over the last many weeks--I should have plenty to ruminate about. But my mind has simply sunk into a hibernation mode when it comes to the ability to fruitfully process the change and mystery unfolding all around us.

I have this gorgeous little being all tied to my chest right now and my heart is more breakable than it has ever been before.

She is like spring in winter. She is wide-eye captivating, fragile, wiry strong and dainty: Her heart like thunder in a small, ribs-like-swift-to-crack-sticks cavity ricocheting aliveness all around us. She reminds me of the green to come and the wakening of trees and garlic shoots. She tells stories in her silence and expresses stillness in her wakefulness. She is reiterating the song of learning how to just be. She is grounding. Her presence fastens the animal in me closer to my skin. sleeping, eating, peeing, shitting, sleeping, eating again. Her scent and her softness plenty to swallow amidst the coming return to the chaos of our working lives. She is pure wild. She has us by our hearts--clenching my alive parts with her scaly fingernails, scratching my vital organs and lifting many veils from around my eyes.
She will now be my best teacher. She is thawing the frozen ground beneath our feet. She is like spring in winter.



6 comments:

Att said...

She's so beautiful. And, from personal experience, it looks like we have another baby red head. Yay!

eeny meany said...

So well-written. Makes my heart hurt (in a good way).

Amy said...

Beautiful... Your writing and your wee one!!

Lucy said...

That first picture is awesome. What a beautiful family! :)

Pomegranate said...

beautiful post.

ang said...

And, I happen to know that she favors the music of Metric, particularly their older album, grow up and blow away. and she likes it when i sing to her, even tho my singing voice is beyond terrible - she has no judgment (yet). and I love her more than anything else in the world. Thank you for letting me be auntie.
xoxoxoxxoang