With a round belly

Dear Crew,

This morning, a realization didn't just pop into my head—it went deeper. To the place where I always sense big ideas. In my gut.

It was almost as if my body had said, “This is the right place for it.”

I suddenly thought of Mary. Not the Mary from religion class. But the woman who receives something greater than herself.

Maybe that's the real story. Maybe it's not even about a child in the first place. Maybe it's about the miracle of receiving something that hasn't taken shape yet.

A melody. A thought. A book. A call. A character. A universe.

Something that, at first, exists only as a soft whisper.

And then something strange begins. You can't force it. You can't speed it up. You can't finish it through sheer willpower.

All you can do is nurture it. Protect it. Carry it within you. Until the right time comes.

For a long time, I thought creativity meant having as many good ideas as possible. Today, it feels different.

Creativity is the ability to receive something without having to explain it right away. To let something grow within you without constantly searching for proof. To give the invisible time to become visible.

Maybe my body had known for a long time that some things aren't meant to be thought of, but to be born.

Some ideas need to find a safe place first—a place where they can grow, mature, and be loved before they are understood.

I believe we all have this ability within us. Not just to bring children into the world, but to create worlds.

With love and a round belly,
Jeannette