Lover’s Gifts XLIV: Where Is Heaven
Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it is
beyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed by the rhythm of day
and night; it is not of the earth.
But your poet knows that its eternal hunger is for time and
space, and it strives evermore to be born [...]
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Surreal, love
Posted in The Fourth Time, letters to baby on January 12, 2009 | 40 Comments »
seven surrenders
Posted in Grieving/healing/finding Hope, The Fourth Time on January 5, 2009 | 32 Comments »
Dear sweet little soul,
your birth is pending. Pending, pending. It could be in some hours, in two days, in several days. Who knows? Perhaps only you, and the mysterious forces of the universe.
Your birth is pending, so is mine. We are going to birth.–
When your brother Ferdinand died, I died too. It was easy to [...]
What’s new?
Posted in The Fourth Time, just gibberish, just thinkin' on January 2, 2009 | 14 Comments »
Today is January 2, 2009.
Big deal, really. It doesn’t mean a thing to me. For me, Dec31 is a random ending to a year; and Jan 1 likewise is a random pick for the beginning of a “new” year. Perhaps these dates are so closely bundled with the joyous ho-ho-ho season of peace, love, and [...]
From the padded cell of the insane and deranged
Posted in The Fourth Time on December 30, 2008 | 22 Comments »
38 weeks today. And today instead of the CNM we saw the OB, and he made it very clear that I should not still be pregnant; that I should have induced seven days ago, get the baby out safely and be done with it. We should not be holding faith that because things look good [...]
here, there, all over the place
Posted in The Fourth Time, just gibberish on December 1, 2008 | 14 Comments »
That’s how my brain works. It is all over the place.
Alternatively, I could title this post: A Proustian journey through my brain.
Wouldn’t that sound so much better? Except, who am I fooling? I commented a while back on Julia’s blog that I post in order to cleanse my head (and my guts). I do not [...]
