Her focus is solely on the birth.
For, her instincts whispered: “This one is mighty. It will rock the earth.
Now, be ready- One day is set for painful contractions.
You have no room for distractions.”
She trusted. And for 22 months and not one complaint-
Throughout the land, her peace is maintained.
Not all understand this drive to the extreme;
It’s a vision of love embedded deep- it’s more than a dream.
She is on a mission.
To bring what’s inside of her, to fruition.
By Sheyda Irani
I often hear we’re all connected; but how? I pondered this word connection from many angles and came up with a conclusion.
I believe we connect by touch. When I embrace my children, I’m physically telling them a story of how I feel. That I love them. And I’m here to be their everything. And I’m not going anywhere; they’re safe. Or when I hold a sick patient’s hand to comfort. Or pat the sober addict’s back for a job well done. Or witness two tree branches touch in an intimate way. Touch is needed to bind us when words aren’t expressed.
We connect through words- talking and laughing. The same tongue used to praise Our God is the same tongue used to communicate the desires, the hurts, the sufferings, the hopes of our heart. When two beings share in pain and suffering, the emotion evoked from empathy causes these two people to connect. This movement of compassion is powerful. So much so, bystanders who witness this connection, somehow feel involved.
And consider this- we need oxygen which is supplied by the trees and plants. And plants and trees need carbon dioxide which is supplied by our every exhale. Therefore, we’re also connected to others by our need for one another. Even a MENtor connects with MEN (mankind) MENtally because their need for one another is influential. What’s a leader without a team? Or a teacher without students? A pastor without sheep? A doctor without patients?
We ALL need one another. We’re interwoven into the same structure, by the same hands, at the same time. Surely, we are ALL Connected.