I’m sad to share that nu baby was lethargic and weak today, didn’t come out of the nest, rarely cheeping. E held out hope while I braced for loss. Noticing the smallness of passing life and its clarity, like a glass marble in time.
Grace sits close, mouth open, and blinks at us. She knows her baby and its heartbeat. Her energy for care is concentrated patience, balanced sorrow and waiting, being neither here nor there, but present. Watching Grace I tell myself, this is part of being a mother too.
We left her a wijaya kusuma flower.