There is nothing quite so wondrous as that 9 months that precedes the birthing of new life. It's an emotionally complex time where new parents-to-be spend half their time present in their actual lives and the other half daydreaming about what's coming next.
Amelia and Greg were born to be parents and will elevate the calling to a high art. I have every confidence in stating this as fact. You can't find two more sincere, intentional, loving people.
Who manage to combine all their depth and intelligence with great warmth and laughter and joy.
And there's something so magical about witnessing this incredible bond between them now. The dance they're doing in supporting one another, sharing the experience together even though it's so different for each of them. Honoring one another and strengthening as a couple.
Now, to the commune. See? I promised I would pick that up. It's actually not a commune. That's my personal joke. It's a community really. They went in with some other like minded friends and bought this giant fabulous house together. And they live mostly in harmony all together, sharing the trials and tribulations and joys and celebrations of daily life. There is support all around them. And help and company. It's very groovy and the coolest urban experiment I know.And I've wanted to take the following picture ever since I found out Amelia was pregnant. Because they are quite purposely not going it alone. And as this group of Presbyterians were laying on hands there was this hum of energy in the air, intimate and poignant.
Congratulations to you all - we're awaiting the new arrival to your community with great anticipation.
