I am a wombman who bears all fruit.
I nourish the soil as I wait patiently for the day to come when the season of creation is ready.
Each seed of mine waits in grounding, for the day to be used and placed perfectly and uniquely.
And when the day comes, the cosmos align, sending one luckily seed a sign to fall from the hands of the creator being, that it is indeed time to be used.
The seed falls so delicately from the creators hand, with special intention as it begins to grow.
It is watered with patience and love as it is nourished to perfection.
With much needed time, the seed is ready for new experiences as it bursts out of the ground.
Dusts of magic flies in the air and the creation finds himself in a new settling.
He sees who created him and meets her face to face.
With so much delight, he finds his place which is i the arms of his creator and is completely satisfied as he is ready to continue on.
He knows his journey and is now fully accepting of it, as he sees all his needs are met.
The creator and the creation continue the dance and are pleased with each other.
They see each of their journey and how different they may be, but are excited for the next phases of life.
And this, my friends, is the great beauty of the circle of life that baby and I have embarked.