blazingacres

Pregnancy has been a time for our unborn child to form in the womb. A time of growth and new life. A new soul for the world. An offering to the universe of the collision between our two souls and flesh. The time is ready, it is now, the perfect timing in history for this soul to be born and to enter its physical life. To make the visible mark, like ash after a fire. Our world will be jolted and constantly in whirlwind from the magnetic electricity fusing the three of us together. Binding us invisibly, a network of wires above us, connecting us as a trine. We will be whole, a fruit that has ripened on the tree, full of flesh, juice and lush.