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