The power that lays in witnessing.

It is Thursday. A dedicated me/workday without my beautiful babes. The past few months I've been looking for the first early morning exit to maximise my day of 'getting shit done' and to hear myself without the constant echo of "MAMA" rippling through the house, calling me outside of myself. Huh, "calling me outside of myself" - that is how motherhood feels when I am not in my centre - that I must leave my body and my needs in order to serve my babes first. Sometimes Thursday