we are all soul-creatures, made to be seen,
created to be tenderly cradled and adored,
yet we tremble at the thought of it.
this has become my life. this thing of trembling at love and in awe of tenderness. it's a gift to be a bearer, to the world as well as to this child i carry.
and so i curl on this couch with breeze ruffling my hair and my eyelashes too, and i inhale tenderness.
a repeated in out in out in out of life.
i felt this child move last night for the first time.
it was nothing more than a single poke to the right side of my navel, and then a pause into silence. and then one more, a tap against my skin, a reminder that this baby is there. a reminder that i am waiting, and i am carrier, and i am life-giver.
and knowing that i am almost halfway there...it's a breath that i can barely handle to take.
but i am living in a place where love washes over, and i'm covered in the tenderness and the trembling. and that's alright, to find the awe in this.
it's those moments in the dark where we wrap our arms around our knees and kneel within ourselves to the waves of crashing Love that threaten to overwhelm us. it's a tremble, not a cringe. it's a breathing, not a hyperventilation.
it's a knowing of preciousness that is incomparable.
it's a breathing, a resting. a perfect trembling.