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Here, now, in this space. 1 from 2. Newness. Coping. Surge. Clench. Rest. And there you are, loving me.

A gallery of reminders. My job is to remind you. YOU are the story. YOU are the showcase. YOU are ALL OF IT. I just give the reminders.

Catching her baby. ☀️

The exhale of birth. Still water, slowing ships, wading into something new.

Just over a month ago I was here with this goddess- watching her birth her third son. As another Mama labors 20 minutes from me, I prepare for what could be a long night. Drew is making an easy dinner, I’m laying down to rest, and awaiting (patiently) the text or call to head that way.

2 years ago, I would have headed there about this time- way too early, maybe from excitement- taking up space, taking up precious alone time from a sacred experience for a laboring person.
Education and knowledge come with the work, the time, the investment. Now I wait. It’s not time yet. She has work to do that another body there can only impede. But soon... it’ll be time for me to tell another story.
It’s amazing what happens when you just let yourself be who you are in your work. Shining however dull or bright or quiet or loud that you are. Magic happens. Passion happens. And people pick you for it. For exactly who you are. No gimmicks. Just you. And just me.

When you meet your baby brother.

There are babies that are born with eyes that seem to have seen and heard long before they lived inside the wombs that grew them. Wisdom and patience and curiosity and understanding. When they look at you, they SEE you, see you. I’ve witnessed a handful of these babies be born and Archer was one of them. He found his mama who was feet away and met her gaze- eyes wide. He moved his head up and behind his field of vision to meet her. Eyes fixed but scanning, as if he was reading the pages of a book, immersed in a story. It was purposeful, beautiful. He searched for her through dim lighting and faces of people he didn’t know yet and when he found her, he locked in.
Seconds old and mesmerized.
Mesmerized by Mother.

This work is church. Hymnals and organs. My congregation. Salvation and miracles. Heaven is birth.

The “Stay with it, you’re almost there” midwife pep talk. ( I love you E and @laughing.moon )