9 February 2017

Morning. Just

I would never, ever voluntarily get up to see the dawn. I'm a nightowl in every fibre of my body but when I'm forced to crawl from my bed with the babe I'm always swept away by the magic of the sky waking itself up. Waking from the groping dark to shape, dimension, space and light.

27 January 2017

Holding Babies


What strange and beautiful pastime is this. Holding babies. Staring. Sitting. Doing nothing. 
Yet it feels like everything. Softness. Gentleness unknown anywhere else. Wide open.
And those delicious smells.
Young and old,
We're all doing it. 
And the gratitude. My whole body sings for her.