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May 31, 2007
Three babies sleep. Two in the big bed. One in the single. I watch through joyful tears of gratitude, washing my soul. I am the privileged conduit of these beings into physicality. The awe is as fresh today, this wee morn, as it was the first morn, with the first babe, thirty years ago, today. She sleeps, now, breathing in perfect symphony with her young brothers’ breath. Peace abides and my breathing slips into rhythm, harmonizing my soul as spirit, woman, mother, whole… Completion releases my mind. Oneness lifts me above and beyond, leaving the neatly packaged illusion to itself.