I am Love. This body The embodiment. This breath An extension. Molecules move like cells In the vast ocean of this glorious. I reach out and tickle the stars: I tickle myself. New ideas give birth Every second My becoming. I expose the story Fear and not enough-ness that I may know what’s beyond. I […]
I am a poet, mother, daughter, sister, student, wife and friend. At 2:26am on November 26th 2014 my baby died. In my womb her light gave birth to me: an ocean of inexplicable turnings. In the wake of her death my heart spoke, it healed, I wrote. The words that come to me often speak of the vast love I felt that morning she entered the world. The words that come point to something more: like the gift of holding her precious body. The words that come an attempt to hold the sacred. I write about the dance; crawling through griefs vally: the opening. May the preciousness that is you find a place to rest in this heart offering. Eternally loving you, Libby.