In Utero

Day 0–111

I strive for grace. 
To heed the blessings in those times, 
when a word like serendipity 
would only take away from the force of my calling.
To widen my connection to the records 
that I was brought here to fulfill.
To look you in the eye
and feel not only the immense love of a sister,
but also the divinity in our time on this earth together.
Hold my hand. Feel my pulse. Walk with me.

Painting by Chantey Dayal
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