My heart cracked open. It’s an indescribable feeling. One moment we were two, the next we were three. How does something like that happen? Sure, you find someone, make love, she gets pregnant, her stomach swells, and one day the baby is born. But there’s a definitive moment when it culminates. And nothing prepares you for it.
Our deepest desire—and our birthright—is to be happy: to be in touch with an inner peace, joy, and contentment that remains unaffected by the ups-and-downs of daily life. Yet so often the recipes for happiness handed down to us from our parents or given to us by teachers and through cultural media, are faulty.
The archetype of the mother who sacrifices all for her children is a beautiful one—yet often misunderstood. When it comes to nourishing and protecting our children, what kind of sacrifice is truly beneficial? When is sacrifice noble and wise; and when is it unhealthy? To begin this exploration, let’s take a journey into the realm of etymology…
Rose is 34 weeks pregnant with twins – a boy and a girl. At 4 AM, she wakes up. She usually wakes up early in the morning and goes back to sleep soon after. This time, though, is different. She has a vision. Not a dream, a vision. In it, she sees a tall, well-‐built man, lying down on what seems like a hospital bed in a well-‐lit room with white walls. He has curly hair and piercing blue eyes. He is gazing at her, softly, intently.
Not holding on to things, in full release and acceptance, forgiven and forgiving, acknowledging the grand grace of love everywhere, in communion with the mystery that is a part of every passing inhale and the experience of completion that is at the root of every exhale. How would life be different? What would you do differently if you understood that perhaps right now is your only opportunity for a fulfilled life?
How often do we feel as if drama is a normal part of existence? How often, in our boredom, do we give ourselves to the chaotic currents of our collective, knowing deep inside that it is not wholesome, or true for us? How often do we betray ourselves for the allure of one moment of excitement? One moment that takes us high, yet leaves us so empty, troubled and deprived of real nourishment?
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