I got to hold a newborn baby today - quite timely given my previous blog. When you get the chance to look up close at the little miracles of fingers, toes and squishy nose (yes I am aware that rhymes, and no I'm not going to change it) - it makes you remember that we are amazing creatures. Holding something that yesterday was inside someones belly - is somehow a little grounding for me.
And another thought that occurred to me is that we don't really have an easy time when we are being born into this world - stuffed down a narrow 'tunnel' and popped out like a bloody, slippery splinter from our mothers body, it's all very traumatic - and that's if the birth is going well! Lets not talk about the numerous likely things that can actually go very, very wrong.
So, with life starting out like such a fight, why do I think life should be easy? How can I honestly expect things to be smooth sailing, when from the get go it's all a big fucking bloody mess?! Just a thought.
And with that I am done. Staying strange.
SB xx
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