21 Dec 2012
Tender tummies and the stifling heat have kept us close to the nest the last little while. Slow, gentle days bathing in cool water and each other's company. Festive crafts such as my great grandmother would have made adorning tabletop, tree and windowsill. Making do with whatever snippet of something we have about our home; whatever sparks our imagination and yearns to be transformed.
Thin slices of citrus in a low oven. Time and a mellow heat cajole every last drop of acidic juice from their flesh. Their beauty somehow suspended in time; almost magnified. Jute twine and fingers that seemed like only yesterday grasped at my hair as she fed in the wee hours. Simple, rhythmic tasks to still my erratic mind.
Taking time to try to make sense of the unfathomable heartbreak bearing down upon our world at the moment. Clinging so desperately to the brilliance of this awe inspiring planet. Steadfastly refusing to abandon hope in her magnificent people.
Breathing in all that is this breathtaking journey of parenthood in all it's messy, heartbreaking, soul defining and oh so very beautiful glory. Finding peace. Being so very grateful.