11/27/2025
🌿 Just a Thursday
Today isn’t a special day for me.
It’s a Thursday in November with a complicated history and a story I’ve never felt in my bones.
Some of my memories of this day are tender and heavy.
Like cooking an entire Thanksgiving meal by myself while my ex was sick in bed for a week…
Caring for four children alone — one of them barely a month old…
Driving to my mom’s just to feel less alone, and still ending up by myself in her house with all four kids.
Maybe that’s part of why this day doesn’t hold celebration for me.
Maybe that’s okay.
I’ve been vegetarian since I was nine (minus those seasons of pregnancy & breastfeeding when my body asked for more).
So the feast has never been the point anyway.
Gratitude, for me, is an everyday thing.
Bone-deep.
Quiet.
Steady.
Sacred.
I’m grateful for the families I midwife through birth and through life.
Grateful for my children, who shaped me into who I am.
Grateful for the blessings, the lessons, the heartbreaks, the protection, the ancestors, the medicine of this life.
And grateful for you — for being part of this weaving, this becoming, this remembering.
Today doesn’t have to be special for my life to feel blessed.
If it feels complicated, neutral, tender, or strange for you… you’re not wrong. You’re human.
With love,
Geneva
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P.S.
This Sunday I’m hosting a film screening that actually does mean something to me — honoring Indigenous midwifery and featuring the Midwives of El Salvador who will be sharing their stories and their medicine.
Their resilience deserves to be witnessed.
I’d love to have you there.