We've been living in Egypt for over three months and I have yet to visit the Pyramids. I have yet to see the Sphynx. It is not to say that I have no interest in seeing this Wonder of the World, but I do not overwhelmingly care to (note the first listed etymology on this link). Maybe for the same reason I find it hard to remember mundane things or harness my attention, I've not noticed my interest turning toward the Pyramids for very long. Call it what you will... mommy brain... uterine brain drain... I am hopelessly fixed on a different little wonder of the world.
I am her timpani drum. Lately, from inside, she wails her very own arhythmic song of creation. If there were a rhythm to her expression I would be the one to know. Me. Mother? Surely something about all of this defines or even transcends rhythm, but that is hard to explain. Maybe that something is overall creation... coming into being.
Anyway, here she was. Some of the childbirth preparation work and exercises Justin and I have started include relaxation techniques. Yesterday afternoon, we were talking about observation as a necessary prelude to relaxation. I hope you too feel a certain melting-away feeling as you observe this tiny wonder.
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