Southern California Coves — 22 Week Bumpdate
TWENTY TWO WEEKS PREGNANT
This October has sure been a whirlwind for our growing family, from trips up North for work, seeing our little babe on the sonogram for the first time, Brian ending up in the Emergency Room while we were out of town, and his surgery (which is happening today) we knew there was no better time than the present to take several days to go visit with family in Southern California, not to escape -- although that had been the previous notion, but to embrace the changes of our seasons and to soak in the rays of rejuvenation and introspection. Last week, in the in between of things, I had to write a letter to my present self to my future self for a class that I am currently enrolled in, and my gosh how gratifying it was to write those words and then to read those words that I had penned for no one else but me. I think I need to do that more, write for the sake of my own soul, and not for the sake of others.
I often with an accumulating amount of the things -- let me make a note here: always the most precious things never the mundane or the misplaced things, but those which have a designated home in my heart -- have been wondering, questioning dutifully, pondering occasionally, if I'm ready. Faith dear friends is what I have found gives us the wings to fly when we are unsure if there is wind strong enough to lift us up, or when we question if we even ever had wings in the first place.
I read some simple yet profound words, just moments before I began to write that letter to myself, words from Farisia Thang which I hope to always keep close to my heart, and maybe just maybe you would like to keep close to your heart too.
"If you're looking for a sign here it is. Stop talking yourself out of opportunities because you don't feel "ready" yet. It's time. You're ready now."
I was reminded of the wings I had, the flights I needed to take into the future, and the faith that I would have to secure in order to keep pressing forward in life. So yes, life has been rather unexpected -- as it always will be -- but life will also always continue to move and meander, whether we like it or not, and before we know it the future is at our door. Move with it, embrace it, find those small joys that excite your soul.
On our last day Brian had packed a picnic lunch and took me to where the calm waters of low tide revealed their delicate tide pools and dazzling cliffs and coves. It was magnificent to see life where ocean meets land, watching the ebbs and flows of mother nature.