innocence

my eyes are sleepy today after a late night. no, after too many late nights sat up writing and processing... and waiting. nervousness shifts to restlessness of suspension... a growing need to settle myself in my new nest, to move on, start over - find relief.

the blossom is tumbling with spiralling softness from the canopy like confetti and draws me back to a moment from my past... fingers delicately picking tiny candy coloured paper shapes from my braided hair. my heart was filled with the hope of potential and the completeness of being found and vowed to. but the blossoms do not know they inspire sad thoughts... they just keep on whirling gently downward to coat the ground like snowflakes in their innocence...

a toddler teeters on unsteady limbs amidst grass that tickles her knees. anxious to move for moving's sake, she delights in the act of merely holding her body upright on two feet. right fist and biscuit stuffed in mouth, the left outstretched for balance...her mother glows with uncondition... every word a promise...every touch a reassurance, an affirmation. their bond is an ever strengthening circle though with every step she is in the act of separation. one life born from within the other...this woman was her first home... this child is perpetually leaving her nest, with each moment by the smallest degrees... but, with each stumble toward independence, she is being told she is loved... the centre of her world are the features of her home's adoring face...

what will her life story tell? we can hope her's will be a tale of joy and fulfilment... that she will learn to stride and know that wherever her path leads home is an unconditional embrace.

we can hope.

LB, x