In the Presence of a Being
So Fresh from God
“I love these little people; and it is not a slight thing
when they who are so fresh from God, love us.”
~ Charles Dickens The Old Curiosity Shop
|Bliss in the presence of a being "so fresh from God."|
One who is “so fresh from God” will arrive any day when my daughter’s first child is born.
A part of me envies her as she is now, changed but not changed, as she will be after her baby draws his first breath. So, with these words, I tell her to notice that change, to be aware of that transformation as it occurs, to mark that time her soul, her entire being, cracks open and she will love like she has never loved before.
She, I, billions of other women, of course, love their babies before that first breath. It’s a love of expectancy, of yearning, of patience, and finally, impatience as the longing builds to see a face, wrap tiny fingers around your own, to feel skin against skin, warmth, scent.
With these words, I tell her to notice those moments when time stands still, when the awe of new life is infused into every fiber of her being.
I tell her to cherish as I did those sweet hours following the birth of each of my children. At that time, I entered an altered state of consciousness. In that state, I marveled at the new life, life that came from me, but somehow not from me. The deepest human connection I’d ever felt moved me away from the boundaries, the limits, of human interaction. A bliss like none I’d ever known before—or since—permeated every part of my being—physical, emotional, spiritual.
The words of Dickens remind me why: I was in the presence of a being so “fresh from God.”