Goodness gracious Asia, this writing touched me to the center of my heart. Thank you. I’m a mother to a 12 year old girl and now a 2 month old boy, and the perspective I have this time around is like the Eagle or the tall tulip poplar. The stardust pollen dusting my forgotten jars of life even from 12 years ago is the most beautiful reminder of how much I love motherhood. Thank you for this!
The perspective of the tall tulip poplar. This was just stunning. Thank you for sharing Rebecca, deep honoring of you and the grove of motherhood you are holding.
My daughter is about to be 17 months old and this resonates deeply. It was relatively recent that I started to notice parts of my “old” self again and start picking them back up. I still don’t know how to hold many of them with love, but one of the strongest motivators for me is my daughter. I want her to hold these parts of herself with love and tenderness, and hopefully not struggle the way I do. It is a difficult process, accepting the fact some parts are gone forever. Some I’m happy to leave behind, some I mourn. This gave me a lot to reflect on. Thank you for this beautiful poem.
Yup. This all sounds about right. Giving myself permission to full fall into motherhood and not keep trying to pick up those old jars took close to 4 years of being a mom, I’m somehow embarrassed to admit. But the “pollen” is real and what I’ve instead leaned into is something more beauitful, more ME, than I knew possible.
Beautiful. “What is worth picking up”… thank you.
All resonant and beautiful! Especially “The burnish of confidence that comes with knowing who you are once you give everything up.“
Stardust! Yes. 🌟
Beautiful description of this experience
Goodness gracious Asia, this writing touched me to the center of my heart. Thank you. I’m a mother to a 12 year old girl and now a 2 month old boy, and the perspective I have this time around is like the Eagle or the tall tulip poplar. The stardust pollen dusting my forgotten jars of life even from 12 years ago is the most beautiful reminder of how much I love motherhood. Thank you for this!
The perspective of the tall tulip poplar. This was just stunning. Thank you for sharing Rebecca, deep honoring of you and the grove of motherhood you are holding.
My daughter is about to be 17 months old and this resonates deeply. It was relatively recent that I started to notice parts of my “old” self again and start picking them back up. I still don’t know how to hold many of them with love, but one of the strongest motivators for me is my daughter. I want her to hold these parts of herself with love and tenderness, and hopefully not struggle the way I do. It is a difficult process, accepting the fact some parts are gone forever. Some I’m happy to leave behind, some I mourn. This gave me a lot to reflect on. Thank you for this beautiful poem.
Oh, such a potent and true reminder Britt. Thank you, thank you for this.
Yup. This all sounds about right. Giving myself permission to full fall into motherhood and not keep trying to pick up those old jars took close to 4 years of being a mom, I’m somehow embarrassed to admit. But the “pollen” is real and what I’ve instead leaned into is something more beauitful, more ME, than I knew possible.
Ugh.....so beautiful Asia! Reminding me of your writing in Mirrors in the Earth "...I am falling upward, into the starlit cosmos."
Beautiful