If you had been there you would have seen a young woman, curiously absorbed with a piece of paper.
So much attention to a single page.
You might have thought it was a work of art, perhaps an important note, something that demanded close attention.
In truth, this piece of paper is unique. The subject depicted on this single sheet was as near as her heart, but far from her sight.
A safe and nurturing environment. We have been there, but we cannot describe it. We have no common language to share, or even recall our individual experiences. Curiously, this single page depicts a place that is, at the same time personal, yet universal. Common, but uniquely personal.
She is looking at a picture of the baby in her womb.
I will never forget her description of the message she saw in this single picture.
“Mom, I am your little star, far, far, away. But I am coming to you mom. I am coming as fast as I can”.
So much attention to a single page.
You might have thought it was a work of art, perhaps an important note, something that demanded close attention.
In truth, this piece of paper is unique. The subject depicted on this single sheet was as near as her heart, but far from her sight.
A safe and nurturing environment. We have been there, but we cannot describe it. We have no common language to share, or even recall our individual experiences. Curiously, this single page depicts a place that is, at the same time personal, yet universal. Common, but uniquely personal.
She is looking at a picture of the baby in her womb.
I will never forget her description of the message she saw in this single picture.
“Mom, I am your little star, far, far, away. But I am coming to you mom. I am coming as fast as I can”.
