Today I was listening to “The Breaking Light” by Vienna Teng, and remembering a friend’s pregnancy, and how we were all holding our breaths for her.
Listen to the sirens, listen to the heartbeat
Listen to the turning tide
Listen to the murmurs, carry them inside you
‘til we’re on the other side
And we listened to the heartbeat. And now we’re on the other side, and she has a rambunctious toddler, and we all breathe.
And I think this is a good time of year, and time of history, to remember that there will always be another side. We’ll get there and we’ll get there together.
Emilybook 