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I’m transitioning back into working with clients again after maternity leave. I feel so inspired by how the transformation I’ve been through in becoming a mother is directly affecting the evolution of my offerings as a healer. I’ve found myself naturally becoming a holistic source of support in the areas of gestation and parenting, and really enjoying it. So I’d like to announce that, along with working with all types of clients as usual, my healing work is now opening up mor

Developing emotional fluency for you, and your baby. During pregnancy I often felt like an exposed nerve. Everything was heightened and expanded, including my range of emotions. I noticed about every six weeks or so another layer of grief would move through me for a few days to a week. I became friends with grief. I did not shy away from it. I allowed myself to grieve the places that had believed I was doing this journey of mamahood with a supportive partner. I grieved the he

I’ve heard so many parents say things like “once I figured out my baby’s pattern, then it changed." I feel curious about this statement and find myself instead looking at my child’s development as a continual progression, a constant organic unfolding. My baby is not a mathematical equation to solve. There isn’t anything for me to figure out, other than to be present to what she needs now. It maybe different from the day before, but I too am ever-shifting. I find myself approa

Her first tooth. Anaiya’s first tooth just broke through to the surface. She’s been gnawing on her hands, my fingers, others fingers, fabrics and anything else she can grasp and pull to her lips. I’ve felt it coming, brushing my finger across her gums for weeks, waiting for that moment when it would push from below to the surface. This bone growing in her mouth. These bones growing in her body, her natural development unfolding. This moment hits me with significance. Never

A mother’s love is like no other No one could even begin to explain Until crossing the threshold of birthing my child into the world. The love for a partner, a sibling, a parent, a friend Falls short of this endless love Pouring out of the mother’s heart For this precious being who chose me A mother’s love is like no other A celestial star being traveling the cosmos to come to Earth Discovering this new body Offering you support and nurturance As your senses awaken And your

There are some ways in which doing this journey of mamahood solo feels much easier. I don’t have to negotiate my parenting style and choices with anyone. My baby gets ALL of me. All my presence and devotion. All my love and care. The bond that continues to develop between us is total and complete. What a blessing. And I can feel where it’s more challenging. For example I just took my first solo shower in over two months. We bathe together regularly so I’m getting clean, but t

Anaiya fell asleep on my belly and chest last night. I drifted into sleep with her as I felt her system drop into deep rest. This was how we fell asleep together the first two months of her being here. Our bodies in deep bonding skin to skin. We still co-sleep but now she starts off the night next to me. By the time morning rolls around, after multiple feeds, she’s on my body once again as we snuggle into wake time when she opens her eyes and smiles brightly up at me, in reco

Because we do our best as mamas. While hiking I bumped into a friend who poked at me for being on my phone in nature. Baby is asleep in my carrier, we’re outside in nature, and yep I’m texting, enjoying one of the few moments in my day that I am on my phone. I make a strong effort not to be on it while she’s awake. I’m not perfect with that but I’m definitely wanting to be present as best I can and not distracted with technology. Which is why some friends don’t get responses

A poem. You came in with power Earlier than expected In your perfect divine timing You’ve been exploring this new body With fervor and desire To know it To inhabit it To explore its edges As it grows And I’m witnessing you All along the way I feel a fidgeting, And I know you need to pee I feel a restlessness, And I know it’s time to burp you Another expression And it’s milkies time I get to learn you Every step of the way And it goes way beyond The basic survival needs O

Witnessing the natural unfolding. My friend called this the 5th trimester the other day. I love this perspective. I’m still very much in this continual progression of supporting Anaiya’s acclimation to this planet, and will be for much time to come. I’m attuning to her timing of landing completely here, into her full embodiment. "I’m attuning to her timing of landing completely here, into her full embodiment." I feel a natural shift from the first three months, just like I di

My baby and I are in a dance. I’m not actually the lead, she is. She offers me a cue, and I respond to what she needs. We move seamlessly together, in sync, in rhythm, in perfect harmony. I am listening with my whole body, and so I hear her. She leads, I follow, the dance is on. And like any good partner dance, when the lead offers clear cues, I know exactly how to respond. The communications may be subtle, but oh they are clear. As long as I’m present, my response is righ

My baby falls asleep I lay her down on her belly And a moment of panic kicks in How long do I have? Is this a cat nap? Or a longer slumber? My mind races through all the things I’d like to do During these precious minutes. Self care sounds good. I’d love to meditate, Or move my body. But there’s also so many texts I need to respond to, And of course there’s cleaning. How much laundry is there? Can it wait? Can the dishes in the sink Soak a little longer? Do I have to ch

Transitioning into more autonomy. Throughout this fourth trimester, Anaiya’s first three months in this world, we’ve mostly been skin to skin, with her on my body, our creature bodies in close contact. Yes, we do put on clothes when we engage with the outside world, and I love returning to our natural naked selves when we’re back home. She was skin to skin inside of me for many months in the womb, so having her bare skin against mine, as she’s fresh in this world, feels right

A poem. Storms roll in. The clouds fullness blocking the light of the sun. Behind these grey obstructions in the sky The sun waits, Longing to kiss our skin with her rays again. Aching to fulfill her purpose To illuminate her bodies: Earth, creatures and plants. Meanwhile the flowers soak up this rain. They too long to fulfill their destiny. Blooming in their glory, For all to adore their brilliance, in bright colors unfurling. They cherish the rain Just as much as

Happy Independence Day! I’ve traded in one kind of freedom and independence, for the liberty to get to love someone so completely. My love gets to fully penetrate my baby’s undefended heart. She doesn’t shy away, or feel scared of being seen, or met. She has no concept of defense, there are no layers to move through. She is pure unbounded love, and I meet her in this truth. And so my love gets to pour into her, like the gushing rivers from the melting winter mountains. Sh

In the U.S. it’s common to breast feed only until six months, and stay in diapers until three yrs old. In more indigenous cultures it’s the exact opposite. They breastfeed until three years old and babies are potty trained by six months. Hmmmmm... I understand much of this comes from convenience. In less developed countries they don’t have the financial resources to buy disposable diapers, so of course they are paying attention and responding to when their babies need to elim