I love the title of a wonderful poem, ” A woman in perfect progress”. It reminds me of birthing women. Karen J. Hoke wrote the poem about her daughter who is excited about becoming herself, and about playing basketball. “Stronger than she knows, she is a woman in perfect progress.”
Women, whose passionate, epic efforts of opening fully, to birth their babies, are to me, women in perfect progress. Not perfect, as an absolute. Rather as “proficient, completely suited for a particular purpose or situation,” The American Heritage Dictionary.
Woman’s profound and perfect progress of nurturing life within her womb for nine months, and then releasing this life into the world,…isn’t this magnificent reality?
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The poem is published in at our core:women writing about power
Photographs are from Brought to Earth by Birth