Be in the womb bubble.  Surrounded with liquid love in a safe window on the world.  Watch the frustration, irritation, negative stories, heart-stretching impossibilities–from the cozy warm belly of the cosmic Elephant.  Her skin is miles thick, but completely permeable with choice.  The rolling lullabye of Her walk rocks me to a soft sleep, an easy allowance of the worlds prickly points.

Pulling up the comforting covers of Her Love, I am.