Being unable to move, only crawl right now due to my neck being whacked, I found myself on the floor looking at my poetry books. Years ago, Ellen Bass suggested I might like Natural Birth by Toi Derricotte. Pure genius, she had said. I bought the book, but life marched on without me reading it. Unlike most of my books, this made it from LA to Kauai, and tonight, I pulled it out. Some of you know why the title, Natural Birth, jumped off my book shelf. In the introduction to the book, Teri Derricotte says this little gem of brilliance, I hope this book speaks to the complicated ways we love, bringing our own fears and wounds into the bargain. Perhaps our children choose us, ask for us before they are born in their desire to confront whatever we have not been able to move beyond, to take up our burden of love and move us one step closer. Perhaps we are the only ones who hold that possibility for them.
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 09:17:16 +0000