This is a sacred time for me. Part of me fully gets this, the other part doesn’t, because, well … I’m still in the midst of fully experiencing this sacred, therefore I kinda only half know it at the moment.

If that makes sense?

Don’t you find it interesting that sacred and scared are practically the same exact word, minus the placement of the “c”?

I decided that maybe … just maybe … we’re not really all that scared. At least not as scared as we believe we are. It’s just that we’re entering into The New, Unknown and in that New, there is much opportunity and sacredness.

I’ve decided that from now on {when I remember, that is} I’m replacing every thought of “scared” with “sacred” instead.

The Yogi’s say that fear is just excitement, without the breath. This goes hand in hand with my scared/sacred theory.

No scared, only sacred. It feels a lot better to me … suddenly I’m viewing fear in a whole new holy light.

And if all there is, is fear and love — really just love, because fear is love unannounced, I can’t get any more holy at the moment in this sacredness … of preparing for my child, and just life, as it is.