Having been told in metaphors about the change that would occur when transforming from maiden to mother, was more profound then I had imagined. On mothers day morning I cried deeper then I have in years. My sweet husband had started the gifting days before. The day had started slow with a leisurely bath and a plan for brunch at the Gumboot (our fav place to eat, in the creek). Not realizing the magnitude of such an action husbanddito, not being a techno guy, erased everything on the portable harddrive. This is where the metaphor comes in. All that has been of most importance to me before my new family, was eliminated in that moment. In a desperate attempt to find my teachers teaching I searched "Roshi". Poetically, to this popped up a picture of the baby wearing a kimono at two weeks old. My Roshi is here in every way. My new life the teachings.
That afternoon I used a fleece hat for a diaper liner, as I had not remembered the diaper bag.
Still feeling the after shocks of my personal earth quake, we carry on. This new way bringing new ways of being.
I am grateful for my husbands kindness, our sons gentleness and the divine light.
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