There is this picture of us before we were born – a picture of us running through our field of dreams. We were majestic, beautiful, the seat of sacred wisdom. This grainy image of our potential has not yet come fully into focus.
In this vision of our future, I was running ahead with you at my heels yet it was you who guided me, taught me to run free. Your loyalty to something that I could not yet see, kept me moving forward.
How many years does one remain in gestation? Does one birth end this period of growth or do we continue to labor and grow and give birth to ourselves again and again throughout our lives, from womb to tomb entering and exiting, beginning and ending, growing new eyes to see and ears to hear?
written by Beth Ann Jedziniak, Monday morning Seeker’s Writing Circle