Its been a gift to ponder and let the feeling of your work arrive a little more deeply for me, and capture in words the feelings sparked from first sight of your womb women ... I see a lot of love in them. They've visually lent a sense of presence on their shelf, for me a kind of daily silent witness to life.
~ from the voice of Deidre
A Poem
Carried
We, the living, know this gift, then forget
we were carried,
like those before and those to come
who will be carried.
Chain-link life seeking seeds merged deep with mother pod,
womb grown full to bursting;
each raw, small, sacred birth
delivered into time and place-
a life, a part,
ancient and new.
Oh, oh the growing, flowering, flourishing, flowing through of it all!
The carrying, offering, rushing tide of it-
full flowing flood river, blood river, love flowing life river
Oh God!
The flow, the flow- behind, before-
wild forward pass flowing through, passing on,
letting go, letting go, letting go
long slow tides releasing
each dear moment,
a lifetime.
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