My miracle baby turned one yesterday. It has been a blissful year full of peace and contentment. I thinned out my life to make room for all that once suffocated. I have savored moments in their simplicity without rushing to the next. I am a better mother for it, a better person.
But restlessness begins to gnaw at the pruned places. The breeze blowing through the empty space is calling for new growth. I don’t want to fill for the sake of being full, but I also love new green shoots standing stark in the once empty space.
Today, I plan a garden where I can plant my desire. It will satisfy me for now. But I wonder at the greening in my soul.
Jessica Gazzola 
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