In the summer of 2021, I wrote this poem. It has become an annual tradition of mine to return to it. I like to revisit the rawness. To reconnect with the sacred woman and the wondrous child within. To remember myself and to strengthen in trust of who I am. To continue saying, “hello again,” so that I may always know the sound of her voice…
— Hello Again —
There is a voice
that’s speaking now
from within me,
unfamiliar yet not unknown.
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It is she,
who stood under the maple
and felt most at home.
It is she,
who found and carefully wrapped
the tiny bird’s skeleton
in a napkin,
and didn’t let their ridicule
destroy her reverence at delivery.
She who was more embarrassed
for them who did not hold it
in wonder and delight, like her.
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It’s she who knows the Mother
has been here all along
watching, waiting, whispering.
It’s she who has been rising
this whole time,
and knows she will never stop rising.
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It’s she who feels all the things
running through her veins
and, this time, is not afraid to share it.
She who is not afraid to consider this life
a responsibility, a gift,
a journey of spirit for the Earth,
a journey on earth for Spirit.
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It is she. She is me.
Hello, again.
Libby Hoffmann is a holistic wellness guide specializing in the Human Design System, a birth and postpartum doula, and author of the children's book We Are All Light. Connect with Libby here.
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