My Idolatry: on where I point my magnifying glass
Inside here, strong knee jerks rock my torso, this baby due in 13 weeks. And I’m back and forth and up and down about everything, in the hormone rush of motherhood, the way time moves wrong, a million questions, the future of mankind in my 4 sons.
In quiet moments I think through my three previous labors, how my mind dives into Spirit skin to leave my body and how my urge to push seems beyond physics. All the things that happen to mothers and babies, the metaphor of the earth in grievous labor waiting for the return of Christ: I have had fear swirling around and through me in such imaginative extremes.