Sometimes a poem says everything that needs to be said. Thank you Dawna Markova, author, teacher, psychotherapist, researcher, who makes this claim: “I followed in my precious grandmother’s footsteps to become a midwife, but rather than babies, I help birth possibilities within and between people.”
On this fine, gray, quiet morning in the northwoods, Dawna’s poem speaks my heart. It might just speak to yours, too.
” I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance;
to live so that which came to me as a seed
goes to the next as a blossom
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.”
