Beginnings are always hard. But this one particularly so.
Julie cradles her new-born child in her arms, weeping quietly into the cold of the night. Sleep is far away as sadness surrounds her. She is alone. Her soldier husband sent yet again to a foreign land to a war that seems endless. Julie’s mom died the summer before. Because of a recent move to a different town, she has no friends near by. Wind rattles the rafters of the roof with an incoming storm.
Julie hovers over her child, watching him sleep, holding him against the night. When she was pregnant, she trusted the birth waters within her womb to give protection and nourishment. Now, after her baby was born, these basic needs demand her attention.
She hovers, breathing her spirit into the life of her child. Yet, Julie is not alone. In the darkness of the night, she can not see the Spirit of her mother hovering near. The Spirit of Love hovering with her just as it did when she was an infant. With her mother’s Spirit is that of her grandmother and all the grandmothers through time.
All the Love through time hovers with her as it has since the beginning of time. For in the beginning the Spirit of Life and Love, hovered over the water of the darkness and deep. Through these waters life is born. Love is lived. Light is shared.
Divine Love hovers. Divine Light hovers. Especially in beginnings. Especially in darkness.