I should be packing and cleaning.
But my heart needs to bleed a bit, and I’ve ignored my heart far too much these past few months.
I sent off a piece of myself today. The last bit of life I had to offer my children.
My last ounce of breastmilk.
Off it went, zipped up in numerous bags, packed in a brown paper envelope.
Left in the fate of the mail system.
To the doorstep of a women who says she can immortalize it for me.
She will turn it into a keepsake. A ring that will be the centerpiece of my Mother’s Ring set.
I could get it back in as few as 6 weeks… Likelier that I won’t get it for a year though.
My sorrow is sharp.
The Kraken is weaned, my supply is gone.
My breasts and my body are no longer nourishing or life-giving.
They just are.
And that’s a difficult pill to swallow.
Hello, New Me. Different Me. We have a lot to learn about each other in the coming New Year.