I want to tell you about the calm in the center of a storm. About a timeless place of softly swirling nothing. About drifting weightless across eons that span mere moments. About a galaxy inside of each of us that is filled with peace and trust and so much depth.
This is the space between contractions. It’s Nirvana, I think. Read more here.*
*This story appears in Mamalode, where I get a few nickels for each view. Thanks for supporting my writing!
