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My second son Tully was born free at home into my hands and surrounded by his papa and big brother after less than an hour of labour.

The wildest, most intense, humbling, and surreal experience of my life.

I still can’t put into words the significance of this experience and the lessons this wonderful new soul has taught me already.

Letting go of what I believe to ‘know’.

Fully trusting him, myself, and life.

Having deep trust and surrender to what is and what will be.

Accepting and embraci...

 I met the souls of my children a few years before I first became pregnant, so I knew it was Laila and Tulsi who would come through me into this world.  Both of my pregnancies have been totally wild, intuitive, and primal experiences. 

My first freebirth made me a mother bear, awakening the hibernating wisdom within me about the sacredness of motherhood.

My second birth led me to fully embrace the path of becoming a birthkeeper and guardian of sacred birth.  That birth is the one I am going to...

There was a day last March when I was laying on my yurt floor, in Olympia Washington, stretching and listening to music when all of the sudden I sat up with a bolt of recognition.  The thought sprang to my head and propelled my body upright: “I need to have a baby sooner than I thought.”  I nervously laughed at the immediacy of this feeling coming from the depths of my body.  

My partner Daniel came home an hour or two later and I couldn’t control my excitement.  “I have to tell you something!”...

Charlow was the seventh spirit to enter my womb. After a miscarriage at 6 weeks and a full term loss, I had my son Odyn, just seven minutes after our midwife arrived.  After two more miscarriages, I conceived on the Summer Solstice of 2019.  I spoke to my little wombling, urging her to stay and imagining her being born healthy and outliving me by many years. 

Her pregnancy was my toughest.  I experienced extreme nausea and vomiting that lasted until about 35 weeks.  I spent the mornings of my l...

I feel the first twinges of labour in the early morning of Sunday the 15th of March. I know it could be a long time so I go about my day as normal; a trip to the markets in the morning and a walk on the beach with my two and a half year old son, Mowgli, in the afternoon. 

In the evening, as I breastfeed Mowgli to sleep, the contractions get stronger and continue through the night. 

Morning comes, I am home alone with Mowgli and very irritable (sorry Mo!). He must feel an energy shift as ...

I woke up Wednesday January 1, 2020 at 6am with my waters broken, which meant it happened during my sleep. That was the beginning of the first day of labour. I woke my husband with excitement at the thought that this could be the very day we meet our child. But little did I know the journey I was about to embark on together.

A three day labour. 6 hours for me to birth the placenta. We made room for this new soul to enter in to my womb space many months before. The opening was my first prayer...