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My eyes embrace this picture. One of the five senses doing its miraculous job of seeing the objects, their color, their setting. The sensory reaction of a softening of my eye in a duet with a knowing smile, opens up a door into the memory chamber of my mind. Thirty two years ago, I brought home this young man, prepared to embrace his brand new world with the care and love he was so open to receive. And now he is holding his daughter, his first born child, prepared to do the same.
I know what I am experiencing what has been experienced by eons of grandmothers. After all, we are about progeny, but the heart energy takes on a new patina of color and generosity of being . I am in awe of the babe that I nursed is now joyfully holding his daughter. A daughter that has her own sense of being one with her brand new life.
And so, my heart is larger, wider and encompasses a whole new way of being. And so it is.
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I know what I am experiencing what has been experienced by eons of grandmothers. After all, we are about progeny, but the heart energy takes on a new patina of color and generosity of being . I am in awe of the babe that I nursed is now joyfully holding his daughter. A daughter that has her own sense of being one with her brand new life.
And so, my heart is larger, wider and encompasses a whole new way of being. And so it is.
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