Hello again, Friends!
I want to get back after blogging, but I seriously hardly know where to start…
Three months ago I stepped off into summer and summer grabbed me up and swirled me away!
Family! Friends! Births! Book signings! Introductions! Reunions! Talks! Vacation! More family!
I want to tell you all about it, but I seriously, seriously hardly know where to start. Sitting here now, I realize I’m going to have to run fetch my journal just so I can remember the details, since all that comes to me as I attempt to look back is a great big glorious blur.
I believe I’ll begin with family…
It was deeply meaningful to reconnect with my children and their spouses and my grandchildren. Meaningful in a way that soothed something in me I hadn’t realized was ruffled. I cannot be with these people all of the time or even most of the time, and I feel I’ve accepted that. And I’m not much of a misser, either, so it’s not like I sit around pining for them–wherever I find myself is where I am, and that’s what I focus on.
But slipping again into their worlds–especially into the worlds of the littlest ones–revealed a part of my soul that longs for them, I suspect, continually.
I was relieved and so grateful when they–again, especially the two newest–clearly remembered me, and I reveled in the many, many moments I was able to play with them as they squealed and laughed and raced about, or the hours I spent with one or another of them strapped against my chest as I walked about or rocked with them, tiny fingers kneading the backs of my arms or reaching up to touch my face… huge, luminous eyes gazing into mine… the flutter of eyelashes against my skin and the whisper of sweet baby breath filling the hollow of my throat as they drifted off to sleep…
The hearts of my hearts of my heart. Truly.
I attended a birth with little Elyse strapped to my chest–the birth of one of Hannah’s clients–a woman I met while she was still a little girl. It was a gorgeous water birth involving flower petals and music and sparkle lights and a toddler, plus my first chance to witness the magic of a cord burning. Be sure to scroll through to the close of the post as Mama was so kind as to allow me to share a few photographs, taken by the wildly talented Brooke Collier of Sister Birth Support & Story.
In the midst of the nourishing family time was a generous serving of nourishing friend time, enjoyed mostly at the book signing events. To say I was surprised and blessed to tears by the turn-outs is such an understatement! It was beyond wonderful to connect again with friends–many of whom are also former clients–as well as connect for the first time with many new friends. So many exclamations of joy! So many hugs!
Hannah allowed me to tag along with her as she worked, attending a handful of prenatals and postpartums and another birth. I didn’t think much of it till we hit our first dusty road, but then as we passed the horses and buggies, the homes and the barns and the fields of the families I spent so many years serving, the tears welled into my eyes.
For all that, Steve and I still managed to steal away for a vacation. We spent eight amazing days paddling our canoe among the mysteries of Isle Royale National Park–a sparkling gem set within mighty Lake Superior–then another six days trekking for miles on end amidst the stunning glory of Zion and Arches National Parks.
I was able to return again to kids and grandkids in Michigan for nearly the entire month of August where, with the rush of all but one of the book signings past, we were able to slow the pace and relax into one another. We walked among the Ledges, we camped beside Lake Michigan, we had fires and and beer and birthday cakes and many long and wholesome talks.
I woke this morning and was flooded with a fresh measure of wonder and appreciation for the life God has granted me to live–so filled with gifts! Sooooooo filled with gifts…
I thanked Him for that…
And I want to thank you, too. Thank you for honoring me with your presence as I spend this season sharing some about those gifts ♥
Now! Here are those photographs! Be sure to take a moment when you’ve wiped your eyes to check out Brooke’s website, especially if you’re within reach of her in Southwest Michigan!
Kim Woodard Osterholzer, Colorado Springs Homebirth Midwife and Author
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