JULIE ANN STEVENS

To hold —

And be held.

These are among life’s most holy acts, gifts —

Pleasures.

Heart to heart and tiny lips to tender bud, we are beheld with our first breath.

And we behold —

Then grasp and gaze and coo and howl —

To be held —

Again.

And with each spring, we grow.

Each of us stronger, taller — becoming our own big blue horizons and towering pink torches of life.  Each of us changing — once the observer, now the climber.  Once the seeker, now the protector.

We allow ourselves and each other healthy distances and the room to grow.

And still —

With all our hearts, we behold —

And are beheld.

What and who do you behold today?  How are you allowing yourself and others to change and still be held?

ORIGINALLY POSTED MAY 23, 2011 on everydayahas.com