The weightlessness takes the pressure off as I swish and sway in the freedom of it. I look down at my protruding belly and my body looks different somehow. I know it is the same, but my perspective has changed since I entered the water. I feel... sacred. My hands reach down to embrace this miracle encased in my own imperfection.
The worries and burdens of life flow up, sometimes uttered, sometimes wept, sometimes just as passing thoughts as I stare at the dancing flames of the candles. And I know that this is holy ground. This is His water, embracing me, filling me up, because I let it.
