My grandmother, what she said, she wrote it down, she said, a power of women.

Ok. Ok. Ok. Don't freak out.

See, here's the thing. You set this goal. You said, "Okay, here's the thing: we're going to live beautiful and we're going to live free and through this, we're going to fix things up." Because there's no reason to live in fear or famine or friendless. We just gotta fix it up, give it back better, not broken. Then later, you grew up a little and you thought, okay, well, okay, how? You said, I know! It's not just about building better communities, we gotta build better homes (we can't just fix broken systems, even, we have to fix broken hearts.) So, let's start square one, how'd we get here, then? Out of somebody's body, out of a tunnel of light, into hands and arms and breasts, into the infinite network of humanity and trees.

You said, so, who's catching babies, then?

And it wasn't new. No, it was old, so old, old even in your life. For that's who your mama was. Just as her mother had crafted poetry and her mother had crafted heartbreak, so your mother crafted babies (poetryheartbreak.) No, wait, that's not all I meant. Your mother crafted support. That's what she was making. Your mama taught support and solidarity the way some kids are taught their p's and q's. The buddy system, the golden rule, the ring of truth, and above all, keep your sense of humor. Your midwifery training started early.

And now?

And now you're counting down. June 20th means less than 2 months and you're on your way. Just had to go and put your money where your mouth is. That famed mother, well known from stories and songs, she said, "don't spin your wheels, keep your eyes on the prize, do your work." So you stayed up late, you got up early, put your hands right there, deep in the thick of it, thin layers of latex the only thing standing between you and new life. And slowly, steadily, moved closer to the ultimate goal, which unbeknownst to you had become

working deep magic, holding space for deep beauty
and joy and bliss.

A Blessing
James Wright

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,

Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.

And the eyes of those two Indian ponies

Darken with kindness.

They have come gladly out of the willows

To welcome my friend and me.

We step over the barbed wire into the pasture

Where they have been grazing all day, alone.

They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness

That we have come.

They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.

There is no loneliness like theirs.

At home once more,

They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.

I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,

For she has walked over to me

And nuzzled my left hand.

She is black and white,

Her mane falls wild on her forehead,

And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear

That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.

Suddenly I realize

That if I stepped out of my body I would break

Into blossom.