“You can see my baby’s heartbeat” by Julia in the fishbowl

Wednesday January 29, 2020
11:29am
5 minutes
The Kingdom of God
Teddy Macker

We go walking, lighter in the step I guess we know where the weight should be
I see every baby and they see me as if we were part of the same club
He notices and laughs because the baby whisperer is here, out, walking around
I respond as if I don’t believe him but I do because of all the seeing that is going on
Tiny humans jerked from their previous commitment to put their attention on the heart pumping, passing by
We lock eyes like two long lost friends, aware of how well we still know each other
He laughs and laughs and loves me with the squeeze around my shoulder, the stop to kiss and smile into my mouth
I think he sees our baby’s heartbeat in the space we’re holding for it, in the eyes of every heart synching with mine
We go walking, lightly, barely touching the ground and for the first time in days the sun is showing what she can do, casting a glow on the whole park and
splashing back up at us so we almost forget
that days and days have gone by with rain, without her

“A woman staggered into” by Julia at her desk


Thursday April 2, 2015
1:12am
5 minutes
Focus
Daniel Goleman


A woman staggered into a room filled with people locked in their cages. She was reluctant at first but when she arrived, she decided to follow through with herself.
She glanced around at all the bars, and ropes. Sad. Sad. Helpless. Sad.
She went about her business, gliding from one side of the room to the next, opening jars of jam and tasting her fruit-dipped fingers. She made eye contact with every single one of them. What are they doing here, what do they need? Why. Why. Helpless. Why.
Her freedom made them angry. And their hurt hearts thudded loud for all to hear.
Her self-awareness and self-love made them wish they could turn off their 80% brain.
You Are Not Good Enough. You Must Let Others Win. You Are Not As Important. Don’t Bother Trying To Achieve What You Desire. Forget Your Passions. Kill Your Dreams.
The smell of her lightness was pungent to the lot of them.