Newborn
In the newborn year, in the newborn decade, what is closest to me calls me to attend to what is sometimes distant.
In the room next door
My newborn granddaughter is crying,
seemingly inconsolable,
on a border
between dark and light,
womb and world.
I think suddenly
and slowly
of a migrant child,
newborn too,
far beyond this room
and yet so near –
we could hold out our arms.
There are primal words whispered
in a thousand tongues
“It’s all right”
“You’re all right”
May it be so.
In this newborn year
may it be so.
Join me on the journey. Rest, Reflect, Replenish
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I am behind in my emails Catherine, so just read this. Beautiful. In an instant I was back in 1980, Canadian Forces Base Edmonton, assisting in the immigration of the thousands of “boat people” during Operation Magnet. Babes in arms to teetering elderly, it was humanity at it’s most vulnerable. When the babies cried the mothers would try and comfort them by saying “oy, oy, oy, oy, oy”. Part of my job was to make sure that they put on clean clothing after they were showered and deloused upon entering the country. I held many crying babies as mothers frantically pulled on their clothing so that they could once again hold their little ones in their arms. A little more than a year later I would become a mother for the first time. That assignment made me a better person and I am thankful for it, even though it was one of the most emotional experiences of my life. Blessings on your granddaughter and her family. It’s a wonderful thing!
Dear Catherine,
These last two posts have been so helpful in living into these days. Thank you!
These days are certainly challenging Shirley; starting close in we find our way to touch the world. Epiphany blessings ~