While many people see a world of EITHER / OR, I’ve learned that life is complex and filled with BOTH, AND.
Birth and Parenting
A Poem: The Infant Ones
I don’t know who held me and welcomed me. I know it was not my birth mom nor my birth grandmother. Some kind nurse, I suppose.
A Poem: Moon Mother
Today we celebrate 29 years of reunion. As a person adopted as an infant (four days old) in a closed adoption, I searched for and met my extended birth family when I was 23. Poetry became one way that I navigated those early years that ran deep with emotions. This week I will share a variety of poems written in that timeframe that still resonate today. And to also celebrate the Full Moon, here is the poem, Moon Mother.
Celebrate incremental and transformational growth
As the season turns to Autumn, I see the trees change at different paces. There is the early adopter, with its race to yellow. And the reluctant maple who holds onto green while the red-orange-maroon blush advances slowly. Gradual changes shift things over time. Rapid...
