empty tombs seem like the wrong metaphor now...
I'm realizing the title of my blog, which I changed once before, might have reflected a need to dwell on my own emptiness - the places I needed to be filled. I'm thinking of a new image now, the womb. The blog title won't change anytime soon - stagnancy is easier, status quo! Maybe another day. But today, as I reflect on the past few weeks, the image of a womb comes to mind.
Two church families have celebrated births in the last month, as a close friend has also given birth. Last week I got to hold
one of our newest parishioners - holding babies brings far more peace than angst. Also, my sister-in-law is expecting, and the doctor predicts the birthday will be June 19, 34 years to the day of my own birth.
Maybe this image reflects where I want to be - back in the womb, the warmth, the nurturing core. Maybe it reflects what I feel for my country - the new beginnings awaiting and the opportunities, the nascent potential untapped. Maybe it's the nearing of the delicious season of Advent, and the focus on the empty creche awaiting the expectant Mary to give birth to the Emmanuel held in her loving womb. While I still love the sexiness of the empty tomb, the warmth of the womb and the miracle of childbirth is certainly giving me something to gnaw on.
