In honor of #TBT and my process of allowing bits, pieces and chunks of my childhood that no longer serve me to fall away, I want to write about the things I must keep with me. I've landed in many Holy Moments, usually sporadic, unplanned, totally necessary. These are some of the most significant, life-affirming and breath-giving memories I have. And even as a grown woman, every once in a while, a Holy Moment finds me and I am reminded of what really matters...
(I'd love to hear some of YOUR Holy Moments in the comments below!) xoxo
Holy Moments by, Erica Jacobs
Sometimes a little girl will end up in a moment she never wants to leave.
Like child’s play;
She allows herself to get lost in the great knowing she is enough.
Sometimes a little girl’s hair will be combed through and through,
with trusted fingertips,
from her forehead to the split ends of her wild hair.
She lets someone love her.
Sometimes a little girl will lie on a concrete driveway,
gaze at a palm tree’s crown.
Ants make their way onto her toes,
in a single file line.
She does not question validity of her thoughts,
as her mind waltzes through rhythms of time.
Sometimes a little girl’s childhood
will be affirmed—
sprawled on a dusty basement floor.
She wonders not,
about to whom she is worthy,
but who is worthy to her.
Sometimes a little girl will drape her body,
over the lap of someone she loves.
While heavy tears flow free,
she allows herself to just be held.
Sometimes a little girl will wish these moments
went on forever;
that they happened all the time.
She may realize, though,
a holy moment isn’t a moment at all—
but a feeling deep in her gut,
accessible to her,
Wherever she may be,
however old she is,
a holy moment
is never far from reach.
Some Holy Moments as a grownup: