3 Simple Practices

Dear Wild Heart Mama,  I see you.  I see you holding your baby as if your heart has moved into another body. I see your nerves extend into theirs. I see you learn to read the tension of their muscles, the flicker of their expressions and hear the symphony of human emotions in their syllables. I see your soul ablaze with love, I see your inner Lioness rise. I feel you. I feel you learn the hues of exhaustion. I feel your heart burst wide open with the miracle of new life. I feel your defences fall as the oxytocin weaves through you. I feel your tea...