
How important is it really that I write anything at all? Having put my baby girl down to sleep, I have not moved from this spot in over an hour now. My arm still wet from her recently washed hair, she is safe. She feels loved. She knows love. What else is there for me to do, to accomplish, to prove to myself or to anyone else? What else is there to discover? Can there ever be a love greater than this? Will there ever be a moment of spiritual clarity that can come close to this knowing in my soul? What is left for my heart when it has realized its fulfillment, found it’s true love once and for all? Is this enlightenment? Can heaven be manifest on earth? I pray that this grace, this gift, this happening be forever engraved into my heart.“We we’re together. I forget the rest.” -Walt Whitman via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2ldrKGd
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