A new path to unfold
To each new now
Yet always a continuation
A long path through deep terrain.

Each new now is
Unique, precious, incomparable
Filling me with wonder
Wonder of beauty.

This beauty, this wonder
Is to move along the path
Not noticing is not moving
Motionlessly not wondering.

To live is to be, moving
Along the path made of choosing
To be is to become
It’s a long and fragrant path.

Born now to give birth
Is a very old path with familiar turns
We turn to appreciate,
Not who was — but who became.

Mothering each new now,
Each. New. Now.
Mother, child-mother, gifting life —
To wonder at the new path yet to unfold.

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