some thoughts on motherhood, marriage, learning to love my own face in the mirror, wondering about the lady in the tangerine coat in the bean aisle at the market, writing - the usual suspects.
Monday, September 5, 2011
You Rest
labor = in the middle of birthing, there are pockets of time where you don't strain, or push, or pant. You lay very still, gathering your energy to bring forth the fruits of your labor.
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