Coming Out of the Fog

Little Miss Bink sleeps in a heirloom bassinet next to me in our bedroom. For the last three weeks I have been rooted Sound and Sight to that bassinet throughout the night.

Last night I rolled over and remembered my husband sleeps on the other side of me.

Yes, it's a metaphor. I've been rooted Sound, Sight, Smell, Taste, and Intuition to my baby and probably... forgot my husband is sitting right next to me except to do the evening diaper change handoff.

There has been nothing WRONG or BAD about the newborn fog I am in.. in fact, I was delighted to find out that after years of spiritual seeking about how to live in the present moment.. just to be with an infant, your own infant, is the way! I've been more present and accepting of the now in the last three weeks that in all my spiritual practice. More vibrantly alive and aware of not just Miss Bink, but of the rain outside, of all the stimuli I can show her around her. Of the miracle that is Life.

Except the stimulus that is my husband and probably the people around me. All those grown up miracles.

Time to open my eyes again.