Witnessing the birth of a child is like witnessing anything in nature do it’s thing. It’s in these extraordinarily ordinary moments when life truly makes sense.
This was a first draft to week 4 assignment, later changed my mind completely but kept the text, needs some work at the end but i'm tired from the day (for a mother 1am is very late!)
The sun shines high over the salty land; the moon glows white guiding our mother’s hands. The beat of the earth rings true in her ears, her heart breaks & her mind wanders,