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  • Writer's pictureKate Godin


Updated: May 5, 2022

When I lay back

in the cradle of snow,

I understood, for once,

where I was—here—

and why:

to be held


to behold

the silent, breathing

project I’m part of,

along with everything else.

Sunk into the me-shaped space

instantly offered

by a million tiny crystals,

there was no distance,

no other,

no elsewhere

just the deepest communion

and the surprising warmth

of the winter womb,

in which I was

gently rocked

by my own breath

and wonder.


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May 08, 2021

Absolutely gorgeous Kate 💙

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