Letting the child of my day come through the tight pressing stories of my life-has-to-be-difficult human mind and see the glory of another day, breath, tree, shining light of this planet.

It is a brilliant stillness in the center to see that rain is just rain, cold is just cold, traffic is just traffic, loss is just loss.  Confusion is just another turn.  Uncertainty can be a cranky friend I still enjoy for tea–it helps me laugh.

Making friends with my fear has been a fruitful task.  Just as a midwife prepares for all circumstances, my fear is here to protect me, but often with a 3 year old’s inexperienced anxiety.  Yet, just like a toddler, comforting my fussy scared little one can work.  And sometimes I allow her to cry and wail–it just happens.  Wailing is just wailing.

Let us celebrate the birth of another day!