Tonight, I tucked the girls in, waited a little while for Claire to fall asleep, and then got up and sat down on my own bed.
And then just sat there.
I surfed twitter for a while, then set it aside. I just sat there. No books, no knitting, no writing, no wriggling baby.
Empty handed.
Intellectually, I know that this is the uncomfortable period in between one burst of creative inspiration and another. But I am feeling, well, uncomfortable.
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On the winter solstice we walked through a beautiful beeswax candle labyrinth, and the word “trust” came to me as we were walking. Trusting that I couldn’t get lost walking that labyrinth. Trusting in the inherent drive towards growth, wholeness and love in my children, and in myself.
Trust.
I'm Michelle Carchrae, the mama in the vortex. Parenting has caught me up in its irresistible spiral, and I am finding my way in it.
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