In the afternoon, the storms rolled in, typical of Florida summers. A Mother’s body, as amazing as it is, is designed to ride the waves of labor and I could see that manifest in front of me. The storm outside added a peaceful relief, an assurance that the world lives on outside of these walls. But in here, miracles are born.
When I took a break from my 365 project, I thought I was allowing myself to recharge, live freely without hesitation or responsibility to my art, and to focus fully on living in those moments that I loved so dearly.
But I wasn’t.