Happy International Day of the Midwife
My journey to midwifery began just about 10 years ago, at 17, when I saw my first birth at a birthing center on the border of Juarez, Mexico. It was in that moment—that one shift
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birth
A collection of musings inspired by birth
A Birth, of Spring
The call of the cardinal, sharp red, whose morning song fills the air. The smell of Birth in the soil and bursts of the trees’ first buds, Hanging like thick perfume. The warmer-
It Doesn’t Matter What You Call It, You Know It When You Find It
I was lead to this birthing center, I did not seek it out. In a way I was blindly guided to my internship there. It all fell into place as I moved my life to Guatemala for 8 months
When Contractions Stop…
She came in 3cm dilated, at 5am. By 8am, her cervix had dilated to 8cm. She was progressing quickly. This was her second baby. Imelda broke her bag of waters. Upon doing so, there
earth
Musings of the magic of the Earth
Is a culture of instant gratification creating a culture where we care less?
My father is a baker, and a chef. I grew up, for much of my childhood, with my father owning a quirky (but delicious) restaurant and bakery. He would, many days, be gone out of the
Anger becomes Love
Spring becomes Summer. Wood becomes Fire. We are in the window of this shift. Right now. In Nature, in the personal, in the Global. We open ourselves to this Truth; without much ch
A Rebalance of Nature
The Earth is speaking, and we must listen. The reality that has been created by us, with only us in mind, Is being brought to a screeching halt. We are being shown great imbalances
A Birth, of Spring
The call of the cardinal, sharp red, whose morning song fills the air. The smell of Birth in the soil and bursts of the trees’ first buds, Hanging like thick perfume. The warmer-
poetry
Anger becomes Love
Spring becomes Summer. Wood becomes Fire. We are in the window of this shift. Right now. In Nature, in the personal, in the Global. We open ourselves to this Truth; without much ch
Embrace The Spark
The lush Earth tilts to meet the recharge of the Light of the Circle. There is an ease. An ease in letting go. A sweet flow of the dance that helps me to drop into rhythm with the
A Birth, of Spring
The call of the cardinal, sharp red, whose morning song fills the air. The smell of Birth in the soil and bursts of the trees’ first buds, Hanging like thick perfume. The warmer-