On The Fifth Day of Christmas...
There is already something so magical about this time of year. Every year, during the week between Christmas and New Year’s, I luxuriate in an annual review of my year, soaking up the beautiful memories and the difficult lessons, preparing to integrate those into how I move forward into a new year.
I love liminal space.
This year, though, things are tougher and yet, somehow, even more magical. I am not sleeping well, and I do love my sleep. But just this morning while feeding my son, he grabbed two fingers on my hand - one finger in each of his tiny hands. It’s a reminder that things are different now. I am different now. I’m softer, I’m slower, I’m more present and attuned to myself, to the world, and most of all to this tiny creature who needs me for everything.
Joshua joining me in the liminal space has changed its quality and texture, and made that space so much richer and more real to me.
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