I walked into a shop with my sister. We were in Louisville, Kentucky, both of us had little babies in our bellies. We were definitely in that beautiful, glowy, hopeful stage. Tucked snuggly behind those feelings for me, held fear, anxiety, discontent.
Tucked snuggly behind my sister’s confident exterior, she held the same emotions for me. My family’s fears were my fears. They did not make me aware of this. They were all so brave for me, for us.
The store we walked into was a fantastic little “eco-friendly” store, skin-care products, thermoses, beautiful bamboo bowls, products for babies, books…
I found a notebook that held the most beautiful words. Maybe the most beautiful words I have ever read:
She’s turning her life into something sacred:
Each breath a new birth. Each moment, a new chance.
She bows her head, gathers her dreams from a pure,
deep stream and stretches her arms
towards the sky.
I read this today, as this notebook sits near by computer, my skin gets goosebumps because these words are so perfect for how I am feeling about my life right now but they are words that I could never have created, pieced so artfully together.
I didn’t need a notebook that day. I simply needed to dream.
My dream is realized, it is coming true, my arms are outstretched.