The Navajo does not look for beauty; he generates it within himself and
projects it onto the universe.

This moment in time Morgan is asleep and the universal energy speaks to me. I am sharing this with you.
I think what is being a mother? Is it something I should do with utter perfection?
I find I don't know what perfection is in raising Morgan.
I find I know heat up a towel in the dryer when I am changing her. I tell her I have her cozy ready and she should hurry up so she doesn't miss its warmth.
I remember her birthday party yesterday. I could see her beauty really, just natural beauty. I knew it was something she was emitting, projecting into the party crowd. I thought what happened to me? Where is my ability to generate beauty? Then today some one said to me, "I can see your happiness in your face, you look so pretty." So I find I did not have to do anything... just be. Now I realize they did not say beauty but for me today pretty is ok.
jan 29 06