40(ish) words of Torah(ish)

Releasing into the knowledge I am loved.

How can I recognize the bubble of grace Enveloping my loved ones before it pops?

My city's incredible compassion for each other as we persevere.

Our tiny one seeks the balance to activity, asleep on my chest.

To persevere calls for saying no to a thousand distractions, separating the essential from the frivolous.

Baby's development requires steering away from, as well as toward.

The tender shoot draws unbounded potential, pushing to break through hard spring ground.

As my daughter learns to overcome gravity, I lovingly nudge her in the right direction.

Breathing into balance. Letting beauty permeate into the core.

Watching my dad cuddle my child, age balanced with youth, Its beauty washing through me.

Even balance has its balance; the gemstone its fiery heart.

Sleeping, her hand on my heart, the sweet center of centers opens my heart and hers.

Harmony is made sweeter with each distinct voice within heard.

Tumbling in tightly held play with my child: the magic in the moment of looking at each other between passes.

Balance starts with a spark of compassion for all parts of yourself, shadow and light.

I give my child a sense of beauty in the world by starting with lovingkindness.

The separate, strong self standing, emerges from the clutter.

My child and I gaze at each other, distinct, secure in our boundaries and in perpetuation of them.

At the root of our strength, a core of stillness, the space between heartbeats.

Grounded in the boundaries I set for my child, they're effortless for her and me.

Learning to be subtle in strength. Water in a moat; grace in distinction.

A playful redirection keeps my child bounded, even unknowingly.

My personal stumbling block revealed in this delay: the practical, continuous doing of set limits.

In the moment of truth, the energy to stand with loftily considered parental decisions.