The Touch in a Birthing Clinic
Her touch has liberated my Essence of Spirit. So intuitive, so in-tune, speaking the language of the Breath, of the Body. Communicating with my Being on an intimate level. Freeing
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birth
A collection of musings inspired by birth
His Eyes Meet Mine; He Meets the Outside World
His little body was working just as hard as hers. Dropping down, wriggling from the comfort of the womb, his home. He began his big journey, just as she began hers. Both bodies wor
A Mother Cries out for a Mother
She cried out for God her whole labor. She arrived at 6cm, only 4 more to go. She was an older woman. Saying this was her fifth baby, I would soon learn it was her fifth living b
How the Community of Concepción Chiquirichapa Greets Death
October 3rd Something very beautiful happened in Concepcion, Chiquirichapa on the evening of October 3rd*. A week earlier there had been a young boy, 22 years old, from Concepcion
earth
Musings of the magic of the Earth
First Semester of NP School
As I took my finals this morning, this means that my first semester of Nurse Practitioner school at Vanderbilt University has come to an end. This experience has been close to the
A New Shift To Fall
It’s still a shift; An utmost sacred one. One where Mother Earth tilts a new way, conducting new shadows of the Sun. It’s still a shift. I feel it in my bones. In my heart. In
Spirit In Action
Perhaps the words of caution fill your head. The words that tell you to, “be careful,” Words that temp you with, “this world is too scary.” And plant seeds of doubt
Summer Solstice
The Sun catches the wingtip of the butterfly; Blazing; Fiery. A welcome to the new Season; A beckoning into Joy. The freedom of bursting from seed: From cocoon into flight. Soaring
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A New Shift To Fall
It’s still a shift; An utmost sacred one. One where Mother Earth tilts a new way, conducting new shadows of the Sun. It’s still a shift. I feel it in my bones. In my heart. In
Spirit In Action
Perhaps the words of caution fill your head. The words that tell you to, “be careful,” Words that temp you with, “this world is too scary.” And plant seeds of doubt
Summer Solstice
The Sun catches the wingtip of the butterfly; Blazing; Fiery. A welcome to the new Season; A beckoning into Joy. The freedom of bursting from seed: From cocoon into flight. Soaring
Winter Solstice
The snowflakes fell in slow motion in the cloudy morning air. Not moving in any direction in particular. But each making their way down from above, Eventually descending upon the e