We Birth Words

How wondrous are we?

Sometimes we hold a seed

for lifetime

Gestating

nurturing,

growing, until,

Until

Until

Something inside of us

says NOW, and then

And then

And then

We birth

books,

prayers,

poems.

We birth

businesses at 50

Friendships at 70

Art at 80

How divine.

We are meant for this

continuous becoming.

Becoming

Becoming,

whatever calls to us

from deep within bellies

that have held love,

sorrow,

passion,

grief,

wisdom.

Swollen with promise,

What we birth is medicine.

And that light

that you see

shining in our eyes

Is a beacon

of Hope.

So yes, we shut them

when we’re tired,

resting and tending ourselves

and each other

And then

And then

And then, we open them

To the wonder

That is this lifetime.

And we birth the medicine

We were born to bring.

Your Life is Now

Come sister,

Come.

We’ve got work to do.

Even though I’m 62, it’s still new for me to share my writing.

Sometimes I don’t know exactly what category my writing belongs in.

Poem, Activation…? No matter, I let it flow and share it when it feels right to me to do so.

You don’t always need to know either.

It’s okay to take small, imperfect steps towards the life that is drawing you.

-Kyra🪶

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