::thinking on divinity::

i revere,
these shootingstars.
for i have had the portended priviledge
of touching their tails of intensity
as their light reflected upon me, momentarily,
but glows upon my skin incessantly.

i remain,
a radiant planet with rings
and strings,
maiden wings...

and the terra incognita is my wonderland,
my rite of caste.

i have found at last,
a liquidpeace to perceive
that i have fulfilled one of manifold meanings
for Being:
creating my magnum opus:

the genesis of the next genetic generation.

what more could an artist ask for?
what greater poetic work could exist?

it is this miracle-in-the-making
that holds the whispers of the Beginning.
a union of surpassing lovejoy,
the wonderment of amorous acts,
leading to the delicious divineness of One.

this new endeavor of
mother and mentor
has begun.

where's my pillow??

...this pregnancy deal is getting more difficult to bear as the days go on, and "it will only get worse before it gets better", a client informed me today. and "you're moving slower" an annoying co-worker said to me as i waddled down the hallway. No kidding. Thanks for regurgitating useless information to me, especially when i was already well aware.

...an overhwelming sense of bitchiness is overcoming me, and all i really long to do is stretch my tired body out on my oversized, comfortable forest green couches and veg out in front of a movie. i don't care about dinner. I know Jeremy will ask me when i walk in the door, "what do you want to do about dinner?", and i will reply, "I don't care. I'm too tired to care."

i just want a massage...some lotion. a comfy t-shirt. my Rajha-cat purring on my lap. Is that so much for a girl to ask? maybe a fudgesicle??

muscle relaxers would be nice. or a kiss from Mary Jane. or a sip of an ice, cold beer. But, no. Alas, my body no longer is mine, and mine alone, to intoxicate and numb. i must feel every ache, every twitch the baby makes (which has been my most enjoyable aspect of pregnancy, but after a while - enough is enough. too much of a good thing is not a good thing). But at least my baby is strong.

2 and 1/2 months (11 weeks) to go,
it can't come quick enough...

where's my pillow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!