A note on 2018

The year I started working as a doula, the year of being on call, the year of sleepless nights, the year of forgetting, the year of remembering and unlearning, the year of many loses and tears, the year of going home, the year of my constantly growing family in Zambia, the beautiful autumn spent in the UK, the year of meeting many new humans, the year of loving fiercely, the year of not being able to get out of bed for days at a time, the year of being held by so many. I see you all, Thank You.

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A note on birth

A note on birth

And the other thing she really wanted was for her mother to be there and tell her it would all be okay. I love my adoptive mother to the ends of the earth but I always want my birthmother in times of change or transition, I always want her to tell me it will be okay, and then I left my thoughts and found my heart again, and watched as she continued to labor and I  was again reminded of or strength as women our collective feminine power.

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