Saturday, May 17, 2008
Planting a garden, having a child - these are acts of faith. Every year when the seeds go in, I think there's no way that they will turn into the good things that I love to eat later in the summer. Having perrenials around gives me hope because they are a sign that the plants know what they are doing. I have sought stillness in these last weeks that I'm sharing my body with this baby. Limbs are recognizable sometimes as he surfs inside me and I can feel the system that has helped him grow all these months starting to break down. I don't know when he will arrive, only that he is coming in one profound liminal act where I get to be the door.