Someday I want to right on how bad it gets during periods post pregnancy. The phase embarks upon how well you have been eating all those years and resting. Hair falls like it always hated you and pain or numbness rules the pelvic mound.
You realize you were never in race. And the peace of stillness is most desirable.
Even if I look for the most painful words to define how it feels. They fail. It zeroes down to nothing. Understanding its movement doesn’t seem less then meditation.
Let’s go stone for a moment, wonderous is happening. May be something is sitting inside clearing and carving a new home for a new life.