we are saved sometimes by the things we love. or the people. don't we seek nightingales every moment of our lives? often my mom arrives somewhere to take care of one or more, those who need her. you meet a friend for lunch; she needs to talk; or you give your friend a call because you do.florence nightingales are we. ....we take care of each other.........baby and momma, momma and baby, student and teacher, parent and parent, friend and friend......dog and dog lover, lover and one who has momentarily forgotten to love and be loved....
you take a bite of a nutella-spread piece of bread with peanut butter too if you wish. you try not to be upset while doing so because it's so good, and right now, it's good for you; you need it! indulging once in a while is quite healthy, don't you think?
whatever I do, I do as a way to take care of myself, parenting myself, a salve for something that is bothering me, and chances are good that something is bothering me, (if you know me at all, you might have some experience of this) even if minimally, and that I am trying to fix it, fix myself, fix the moment.
ha!
the nightingale calls out: it's okay, it's all okay.
my sister had her baby late last month; the two met and have been getting to know one another intimately for several weeks now. in her learning how to be a mother, my sister is teaching me about this continual seeking for some lifeline that everything will be okay.
she is in the squeeze of life, of searching for some answer to make this new life, a miracle, satisfied. a baby cries, there's no doubt, and my sister's motherhood is teaching all of us that sometimes life is too much....it's too scary; especially when we hate being too needy, a bit panicked, worried about the next moment and the one after that.
and just in her arms, sweet baby doesn't mind being needy at all. she's 100% needy, 100 percent of the time, in her new life.
and simultaneously, paradoxically, she's giving everything she's got. she's 100% sufficient, too, learning how to be a human being, already a human being. just like her momma. and her grandmomma. and her gorgo and aunt and uncle and friend....she's already making friends, this little one.
a teacher, a nightingale, a herald of the present.
1 salvation by way of repentance redemption, deliverance, reclamation. antonym damnation.
2 that conviction was her salvation lifeline, preservation; means of escape, help, saving, savior.
something like this
she is in the squeeze of life, of searching for some answer to make this new life, a miracle, satisfied. a baby cries, there's no doubt, and my sister's motherhood is teaching all of us that sometimes life is too much....it's too scary; especially when we hate being too needy, a bit panicked, worried about the next moment and the one after that.
and just in her arms, sweet baby doesn't mind being needy at all. she's 100% needy, 100 percent of the time, in her new life.
and simultaneously, paradoxically, she's giving everything she's got. she's 100% sufficient, too, learning how to be a human being, already a human being. just like her momma. and her grandmomma. and her gorgo and aunt and uncle and friend....she's already making friends, this little one.a teacher, a nightingale, a herald of the present.
1 salvation by way of repentance redemption, deliverance, reclamation. antonym damnation.
2 that conviction was her salvation lifeline, preservation; means of escape, help, saving, savior.
something like this
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