Full moon reflections....
I birthed my greatest teachers. Together, and at times together but apart, we have weathered unspeakable storms that have attempted to rip away the very fabric of our relationships with each other. Never will I have the words to convey the dejection of watching intergenerational cycles you fought so hard against, play out in the lives of your children. Never will I have the words to articulate with any grace, the burdensome and good work of partnering with your children to end cycles. We have had plenty of both and I imagine there is plenty more to come.
As they come into their own lives and personhood, I try to find new ways to relate to and stand next to them. All that has been will always be, and I hold this truth with as much acquiescence and compassion as I can muster. There is no erasure of experience, just new ways of relating to it.
And I am grateful for them and their resilience, and the unbreakable bond they hold with each other, and for their willingness to let me be a part of it.
