While many people see a world of EITHER / OR, I’ve learned that life is complex and filled with BOTH, AND.
Birth and Parenting
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.
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.
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...