You owe me: Infertility, all you have to do is give

The Sun Never Says 

“Even after all this time

the sun never says to the earth, ‘you owe me.’

Look what happens with a love like that,

It lights up the Whole Sky.”

 - Hafiz

All you have to do is give. Oh if only that felt easier.

I know it is hard. I know the feeling of being owed, of being the eternal loan granter in a bank where life only seems to withdraw and not to give back. It is hard.

Infertility can make us bitter. It can create a feeling of righteousness within us, a feeling that we are owed a baby. We have paid our dues and now it is time to collect.

Yet there is wisdom in Hafiz’s words. When we practice daily a love like the sun, a love that is only there to illuminate, rather than to tally the debts of those it is illuminating, we too can light up the world.

So perhaps this week give your ear to a friend who just needs to talk. Give your time to a stranger who is struggling to load heavy groceries into their car. Give your money to a charity. Give your heart to the children of strangers. Give, and give, and give, and you might just be surprised what the world reflects back to you–sunshine.

Visit my New Blog: Wish, Wait, Write

Wish, Wait, Write: Letters to the Little One we are Waiting to Meet

One of my favorite blogs is Letters to Little Man. Not only is Renee a talented budding writer, she is also a truly wonderful human being. Reading about her journey through placing her child with a loving family for adoption, and in so doing becoming a part of that family, is inspiring to me.

And so, I have taken the spark of inspiration lit by Renee, and decided to catalogue my own journey–through letters to the child that will one day run through our halls, marking up the walls with their baseball bat or tap shoes.

Through InfertilityAwakening I will continue to write about my own personal journey through this life lesson called infertility. However, on my blog: Wish, Wait, Write: Letters to the Little One we are Waiting to Meet I will build a book of love for my child. One that will grow and grow as he/she grows and grows.

I hope that you will join me there and allow your heart to be opened, along with mine, to the dream we will all make into reality–motherhood.

I dedicate my new blog to all of the mothers who mother in all of the ways that they do, and to the first mommy’s who gift so many other mommy’s with the opportunity to love to the bottom of the deep blue ocean of their heart and back. And a special thank you to Renee, for the courageous way she writes to her little man, with a voice that speaks to the multi-faceted beauty of family, in all its shapes and forms.

Infertility: May I see the lessons as I walk

Forever Oneness,
who sings to us in silence,
who teaches us through each other.
Guide my steps with strength and wisdom.
May I see the lessons as I walk,
honor the Purpose of all things.
Help me touch with respect,
always speak from behind my eyes.
Let me observe, not judge.
May I cause no harm,
and leave music and beauty after my visit.
When I return to forever
may the circle be closed
and the spiral be broader.

~ Bee Lake ~