Remember when I shared the recent news that I’m pregnant… with two books? It turns out there was another wee one hiding in there!!!
And the new kid has already claimed the honor of being born first!
This is becoming quite a trip!
Now, if you’ve known me a while, you may have heard that, when I was actually pregnant, things were pretty chaotic. Context-wise, for sure. Also medically. Months of pre-eclampsia. Cases of salt-free canned soup. (So many things I’ve learned, since then!) Huge ankles. High blood pressure. Lots of practice fainting. The whole nine yards! And, contrary to medical opinion, back in the day, it was something of a tradition in my family.
Then, I rang the big red seizures-in-labor bell!
Deciding not to do that again was an obvious choice for a young single mom. My kid needed me!
Feel free to follow that rabbit wherever it leads you in this day and time!
For now, back to book-babies. There were three of those in the first generation, too. Word-kids. Then I spent a lot of years learning cool things like Ericksonian Hypnotherapy and Intentional Creativity® They’re both big fun. And, I suspect, the painting needed to come after my travels with Uncle Milton!
This new generation is insisting on art! Lots and lots and lots of it. Some, blessedly, already painted. And a lot more in the #work-in-progress phase! I needed a map!!! Here’s a peek…
I am creating with all the parts of me.
Once upon a time, not so long ago, Grandmother Moon was whispering in my dreams, as she so often does. When I woke, it was with this massive new claim in my heart:
In partnership with the Divine, I create. And walk the Way of Love.
And, not just a claim… an Intention. And a Promise.
These new book-babies are being born out of that Promise. And, frankly, it’s a little scary! (Maybe a lot!)
In 8 days — okay, I’m slow! — an old, old story has claimed a voice for our time.
Poetic rhythm. Illustrations chosen to evoke imagination… and belonging.
Tears of love and wonder mixed with paint.
And hope. Huge hope. That more of our dear Littles will find themselves in a new generation of a story as old as time. Here’s a peek…
And, yes… you see prayer dots. The finger kind I love. Many, many, many of them!
For Choice. And Voice. And Sovereignty.
So be it for me. And for you. And for all our Littles.
For now, the canvas is calling…