an invitatiOn to take up space~
i have mourned lost days when i accomplished nothing of importance, but not lately.
lately under the lunar tide of a woman’s ocean, i work my own sea~change: turning grains of sand into human eyes.
i daydream after breakfast while the spirit of egg and toast knits together a length of bone as fine as a wheat stalk.
later, as i postpone weeding the garden i will make two hands that will tend hundreds of gardens.
i need ten full moons exactly for keeping the animal promise.
i offer myself up: unsaintly, but transmuted anyway by the most ordinary miracle.
i am nothing in this world beyond the things one woman does, but here are eyes that once were pearls, and here is a second chance where there was none.
❤️
~Barbara Kingsolver
dOes this pOem/meditatiOn give you any feels about the jOurney tOwards mOtherhood?
