sky blues.
We are patiently awaiting arrival of baby M, walking, foraging and bird watching, it’s in my nature to propel forward (NYC has engrained something horrific in me).
And remembering to slow down is the greatest gift this season has brought. I hike, I run, but I also pray and observe. E, holds the steadiness and patience of a reincarnated angel. I wonder how many lifetimes it takes to craft a spirit of gentleness in moments of unknown. Once baby arrives I may only have a few days left before hugging them all goodbye, the thought makes my heart thump in a heavy way but I’ve told myself it’s temporary.
I made bone broth, called the resources to find a postpartum doula to come once I depart and I keep praying my hands remember the skills they hold. I was in meditation yesterday and felt the oddest surge, and I know early labor is nearing. It always brings the same hum, the quiet transition as two worlds start to unfold preparing to merge.
Today I might sit in the sun, the days have tainted my lips deep red and my skin a golden copper, I don’t mind. I think I look more like my grandmother. I saw a wild fox, some horses and a eagles on my last hike. So this time I’m packing a few more snacks and sitting, I (embarrassingly) took my iPad last time (I can’t believe I did that) and 3 miles into the hike I said screw the email. Look at the mountains. Plus I’m my own boss, and I’m supposed to be hiring an admin type and a PA but again….I’m the boss. And it can wait.
















