Echoes Life Gives Up
May 10, 2014Holding her takes on greater power every day, not for her but for me. I can feel her relaxing into me, I can feel that she knows everything is going to be OK because she’s in Papas arms.
Holding her takes on greater power every day, not for her but for me. I can feel her relaxing into me, I can feel that she knows everything is going to be OK because she’s in Papas arms.
We are there again, in that tiny bucket rushing down a river too fast to know where we are going or what is right in front of us.
My ancestors had a tradition, some think it came from the time of warring clans, of trading their children. Like many things the ancient Irish did, it sounds a bit barbaric to the modern ear.
She is heavier each day, not from the food making her so beautifully stout, but her ability to trust. As we cherish, she arrives more.
This is the work –
to be here and more alive
than you were before.
To say yes to the tides when they pull you down.
This is also the fifth day we’ve been fostering a toddler at our home. When we said yes to taking her in we didn’t know if it would be for two days, six months or the rest of our lives.