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Since Veda was born, i have been really struck by how big she seems. Not in size, but in essence, in spirit. There are times when she is nursing and she will look up at me and it is though she is looking right through me, seeing my soul. And in those moments as i gaze back at her, through her mercurial green-grey eyes i am reminded yet again that she is not just a small person, she is like a planet. She is a divine soul, like each of us, who has bravely made the journey into this life. She has work to do, as we all do here on Earth. She has a path to unravel, dreams to fulfill, and personal mysteries to solve. I know that though she is my child, i do not own her. She is her own being. She is so much greater then the baby in my arms, and i am honored to be her guardian. I feel like i am the guardian to an angel and i wish only to provide the safety, protection, and guidance so that she will not only grow strongly into her body-vessel but also vastly into her wings too. My prayer is that she always know that she is a piece of “life’s longing to know itself”, that she is a piece of the infinite, and that therefore she is infinite.

The passage below is an incredible source of inspiration to me and i wanted to share it for those of you who have never read it before. Every time i read it i feel an exhale of truth flow through my body. It can be hard to realize that our children are not ours, in a sense. Let us gracefully hold the space for them to become who they are meant to be. Let us be “the {amazing and graceful} bows from which are children as living arrows are sent forth.”

On Children. (The Prophet, by Khalil Gibran)

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

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