The intensity of being a person who exists in this container we call a body, still sometimes catches me off guard. Nowhere have I found this tension to be more difficult than in the liminal space of pregnancy, where my body is housing another’s.
Advent II: "Let all mortal flesh..."
Advent II: "Let all mortal flesh..."
Advent II: "Let all mortal flesh..."
The intensity of being a person who exists in this container we call a body, still sometimes catches me off guard. Nowhere have I found this tension to be more difficult than in the liminal space of pregnancy, where my body is housing another’s.