The Clock is Ticking

In honour of a brand new wee one, the prompt this week is: birth. You can go as literal or as metaphoric as you wish. What do you need to/want to give birth to? What has been born through you? What new beginning are you responsible for?

Since I'm back to writing and blogging more frequently, I felt it was a good start to get back to the Sunday Scribblings I participated in with my "Jayne Says" blog (which, by the way, will slowly be incorporated here, as I take a few minutes now and again to move the posts over.)

And the prompt this week is timely for me. I'm, in a very real way, giving birth to some new things in my life. (A baby is not one of them.) I'm finally creating a home and space that I love and feel relaxed in. I'm finally feeling as if I'm coming into my own at work, at home, and in my very soul. I'm beginning things internally and externally that feel beautiful. My thesaurus suggested "actualizing" as a synonym for "beginning." I like it. Doesn't that sound MUCH more deliberate and focused and just plain intentional?

I've moved into this wonderful 1940s home, with wood floors and all the original hardware. My little world of the apartment felt so damn temporary. This feels established; it feels real. But I guess houses are supposed to feel this way.

Just moving into this house birthed a new beginning for me. I breathe easier, I sleep easier, and I feel empowered here. I'm feeling the need to write again, and feeling the need to revel in my completeness. Does that make sense? The completeness bit?

See, forever ago it seems, R and I talked about how God doesn't put us here on earth incomplete. Therefore no one but ourselves and God is responsible for completing us. I firmly believe that, but just now finally feel it. I finally believe in and feel my own completeness. It's fabulous. It's unbelievably wonderful.

And it wasn't nearly as messy as actually giving birth, though the moving truly, truly sucked. *grin*


For more thoughts about birth, visit Sunday Scribblings.