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The three of us.
Each with hair that has mind of its own and a freckle above the left eyebrow.
Grasping objects in right hands.
Writhing with a the slightest tickle on low backs.
And anchored to Earth by ten toes.
Three of us.
Learning how to lean on each other.
Calling in the playfulness from one.
The rawness from another.
Covering them both with the wisdom of now.
Just the three of us.
It’s a comfort to have you on my left and my right.
I see you both.
Even when no one does.
I see you both and I’m listening.
Some days the youngest is the loudest, well her version of loud. She sits in a room, sucking her thumb, taking the emotional temperature—a skill mastered too young.
Other days it is the middle. Enough healing done to know that trauma is stored in the body. Fearful of the memories of death and dying settling into the sinew. Making peace with what will be left unsaid.
But more often than not, it’s the third who takes the stage. The one who does not forget where she has been, or take life forgranted. The one who wants to let others know there is room for more than one iteration of themselves and each is equally as valuable, beautiful, and worthy of love and belonging.
I’m in the podcast game now! Check out this conversation I had with two of my favorite humans & colleagues, Cynthia and Madeline.
You can also listen wherever you find your podcasts or read this article on the topic.
Maggie, Very well done. D