Where there was bare bone branches, now there is bursting leaves of green life.
It was a sharp, spiny, barrenness.
A skeleton of a tree. Now, verdant emerald five-leafed fingers of greenery.
SPRING is HERE.
The rhythms of these seasons, so much like the process of birth.
Where there was nothing
but a promise of something.
Then the "something" unfolds into everything.
New life.
Three mamas in my community at my church,
full-of-promise, full of life
have birthed the fullness of life in the past week (one in the thick of labor, the process of blooming, as I write this).
And I'm on my way out the door to go to another mamas blooming right now...
May 5th: Happy International Day of the Midwife!
It was a sharp, spiny, barrenness.
A skeleton of a tree. Now, verdant emerald five-leafed fingers of greenery.
SPRING is HERE.
The rhythms of these seasons, so much like the process of birth.
Where there was nothing
but a promise of something.
Then the "something" unfolds into everything.
New life.
Three mamas in my community at my church,
full-of-promise, full of life
have birthed the fullness of life in the past week (one in the thick of labor, the process of blooming, as I write this).
And I'm on my way out the door to go to another mamas blooming right now...
May 5th: Happy International Day of the Midwife!

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