We start from a place of abundance, of new beginnings, of promises. Spring is a time of growth, healing, new life, new light. All around us we see the promise that life will continue. We witness the tenacity of bulbs that survived the dark winter and now literally move the earth to emerge into a new cycle of life and blossom, transformed into beautiful flowers.
While many people see a world of EITHER / OR, I’ve learned that life is complex and filled with BOTH, AND.
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.