5:42pm
A poem inspired by both my outer and inner world at this golden hour (moments)
This is a piece that reflects The Mother archetype. There’s a few touch points: the conflicting yearning within the Mother that is her burning desire and innate need to be with her children but to also return home to herself and remember who she is, the grief and gratitude that moves through her because of Life’s momentariness that is woven into the journey, as well as the ebb and flow between the mundane and the magic that exists in her days.
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5:42pm
It’s 5:42pm
I’ve wiped the grubby handprints off the dining table
cleaned the kitchen
and next I see the sun dancing around my living room -
filling the space and wrapping itself over no other bodies
but mine.
My kids have full bellies
and are bounding around the garden
playing
laughing
completely lost in each other…
They don’t need me right now
and so I choose to - get to - roll out my tired-but-still-giving yoga mat onto the rug
and take my sweet
time
to practice.
Suddenly I’m struck -
I can’t believe I’m at the point in motherhood where this is actually happening
I gaze through the glass doors mid-pose
and am in awe of the magic I see unfolding in front of my eyes
in this room, around me
within me
my children drawing me in as I watch their little bodies jump and run with force
and tenderness
at this golden hour.
It is divine joy
it is everything I’ve ever wanted
and
at the same time
heart shattering
because it is fleeting
and then my mind writes a true story about how I’m grieving the past
that was filled with skin on skin
as my body streamed nourishment into my children
my babies
this past that no longer is
this past that I have been sucked back into
and out of what is real now.
It abruptly ends as I’m reminded
ah
right now
I’m here for the yoga me
less stories, Love
more being
just feeling
and basking.
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