Holding My Breath While Swimming on Land

I have always been fascinated by the thrill seekers. The skydivers and extreme sport athletes, the ones who belong to the adventurous tribe, that scour the mundane of its safety and evoke in the rest of us the trepidation we have about the unknown. I have always thought that if I could jump out of a plane or jump from a cliff into the ocean I would be cured of all my fears and live everyday triumphantly. Well, I never built up the courage to jump. In fact, I didn’t jump at all, into anything. Instead, my thrills were obtained from how many times I could say “no” to the adventures that emerged from out of my mundane. It took a lot of work to avoid participating in activities that I wanted to do as a kid, it took much effort to quit perusing my interests and I had to use all sorts of techniques to maneuver out of the hands of purpose. It was exhausting.

Swimming against the current of possibility and the rhythms of life hinders us from riding waves of grace.

Fast forward many years and here I am, trying to breathe and walk in my own shoes. I’m taking the risk to love and forgive myself, to practice humility and freely give as it has been given to me.  One way I am practicing this is by allowing myself to experience joy in the nuances of motherhood.


The Launch

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I waited for you in Jubilant expectation,
expecting to hold a piece of heaven
an unmarred piece of me and husband

Waiting, I anticipated

In waiting, I longed for you to come into existence

You gazed into my light, my spirit and were kept inside me


Then there you were inhaling our ever present consciousness,
embracing all the love that exploded from within our core

You renamed me Mother and I am eternally changed

You look into my eyes and fill me with gratitude and hope that we are still being transformed into new creations

You heighten my senses.

You embody God’s grace on the earth, that we can be born again, received with a heart that longs to hold us.