Tuesday, January 20, 2004

I wish to be a healer, mother, teacher.
A Comfort, A Prayer
I can only imagine the beauty of this song:

"Fear not, the time is coming
Fear not, your bones are strong
Fear not, help is nearby
Fear not, Gula is near
Fear not, the baby is at the door
Fear not, he will live to bring you honor
Fear not, the hands of the midwife are clever
Fear not, the earth is beneath you
Fear not, we have water and salt
Fear not, little mother
Fear not, mother of us all
"
-The Red Tent

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