I am overwhelmed! Overwhelmed by awe. Overwhelmed by angst. Overwhelmed by the season. All at the same time. The awe of birth Of giving birth to another being A being that is alive At once the same and yet very different Their own being from the start. Knowing that this is how it has ever been. For Mary, for me, For all mothers that have been and ever will be. Overwhelmed again by awe! The angst overwhelms me too! Why are the trappings of the story so important? The cattle, the star, the number of magi, the stable~ Why? Why? Why? The angst of not seeing, Not seeing the importance of upholding these impossible details: The star that could stop directly over a place, Heavenly beings singing in the night sky. Yes, the story is lovely. But that's all it is, a story. A story told in retrospect A story to bolster a reputation A story to uphold the importance of a birth. If he had never been born, ...
These poems, quotes and reflections have all 'nudged' me along my way on this journey. Perhaps they will speak to you too!