Birth is a long, slow process for me. The fifth time around, I'm finally learning what to expect. I'm finally learning how to expect, how to wait in the fullness of time.
Birth is long and slow, and sometimes it happens in the twinkling of an eye.
Did it take a month, or ten minutes? It's hard to say for sure. There was no certainty to hang onto in between.
So this time around, I'm learning to rest in my labor. I'm learning how to wait.
And in a long, slow lightning-flash I'm learning that to wait in readiness is the same as to be ready for the waiting.
A pair of sonnets for St. John the Baptist.
2 days ago