10/05/2026
There is often a moment late in labour before a baby is born when a birthing person thinks “I can’t do this, it’s too much for me” and this is often true. Because birth is a portal and that woman is leaving behind the person she was and is being alchemised into the new person she is becoming, the person who can do this. In my first birth, I shot through a cosmic vision of space and my maternal line, reaching back to the global force of birthing around and before me awaiting my passage. Mothering is fierce, deep, transforming. Just like deep grief or the responsibility of being a carer, this love for an individual is dialled up to new levels and rips open a compassion for humanity I hadn’t anticipated. I knew I could do hard things before being a mother. Now I now depths of devotion and resource I hadn’t yet touched inside myself. My greatest respect goes to my own mother who is a cycle-breaker — brave and human and gentle. I hope I’ve added some conscious considerations to my own parenting and I hope my daughters transform once again my failures, my blind spots into their own evolution of consciousness. Sending my heart out to everyone who is stinging with the pain of loss, yearning or neglect that this day can bring — may the Great Mother of Nature and your own nature hold you always 💚💚💚
