Baby kittens, why not?

Maybe I’ve just spent the weekend with my newborn niece, (and wrote most of this with her laying beside me) but I was seeing babies and birth in so many of this week’s selections.

First up, Birth: Judy Blume is expecting again. We can’t wait for her new latest arrival for adults. (Did you love her books as a kid too?) Can’t have a baby of your own? One sister made another’s dream of motherhood a reality, through an unparalleled gift though sibling egg donation.

Rebirth: A man “locked in” emerges, reminding us all to look deeper into the life inside each other.  Want to be a born-again reader? Here’s how the busy people make the time. Sweat it out, in your bodacious body right now.  And Pandora ‘s moving day post about restarting at Exponent,  beautiful.

And Oh Baby!  Maybe our grandmothers were right, put on a jacket, you’ll catch a cold. Oh baby. Artsy book lovers lets all go to the bookcave!  Some of the 10 best things to say.  save a choking baby. clever 40 second refresher course.

This week’s First Draft Poetry is from Lara, and in response to the piece about rebirth.

Inscendant
for J.

She’s decided not to wait

until this almost kills her.

Until the reason she has time
to deal, is because the apocalypse
has ended.

It’s harder
maybe,

But I need this to be worth
something
now.

I can’t survive
on adrenaline alone.

I won’t live long enough
to sort this out
if I have to carry it
the whole way.

So she
swirls in upon her dragons,
contracts, releases.

Dives and breathes and dives again
for one more truth and one
more piece of soul.

Burns through the pain,
crumbles the darkness into dust
and blowing soft, clears the air.

Chooses splintered fists to hold the cart
along the cross—
awakened in assurance and a whole
refashioning.

Wills herself to pour as milk nourish
filters herself to pour as water clean
anoints herself to live as Love
always more than I thought the cruse held