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Hello Again

In the summer of 2021, I wrote this poem. It has become an annual tradition of mine to return to it. I like to revisit the rawness. To reconnect with the sacred woman and the wondrous child within. To remember myself and to strengthen in trust of who I am. To continue saying, “hello again,” so that I may always know the sound of her voice…

— Hello Again —

There is a voice

that’s speaking now

from within me,

unfamiliar yet not unknown.


It is she,

who stood under the maple

and felt most at home.

It is she,

who found and carefully wrapped

the tiny bird’s skeleton

in a napkin,

and didn’t let their ridicule

destroy her reverence at delivery.

She who was more embarrassed

for them who did not hold it

in wonder and delight, like her.


It’s she who knows the Mother

has been here all along

watching, waiting, whispering.

It’s she who has been rising

this whole time,

and knows she will never stop rising.


It’s she who feels all the things

running through her veins

and, this time, is not afraid to share it.

She who is not afraid to consider this life

a responsibility, a gift,

a journey of spirit for the Earth,

a journey on earth for Spirit.


It is she. She is me.

Hello, again.

Portrait of author Libby Hoffmann - Moderne Homemaker
Portrait by Meghan Watson Photography

Libby Hoffmann is a holistic wellness guide specializing in the Human Design System, a birth and postpartum doula, and author of the children's book We Are All Light. Connect with Libby here.

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