Free Birth
I’m 6 weeks pregnant and I feel like poop soup for most of the day. Yet, at night I come alive. This is my 29th year circling the sun and the growing pains of woman/motherhood are testing my strength. I question everything these days and my life feels like its no longer mines to claim. A shell that I have outgrown and don’t even recognize. To break free I am choosing to birth free with this next baby. I am going to labor unassisted and birth forth new life and the ancient me. The me that is wise and graceful. Loving and strong.Secure and yet free. A free birth. A wild birth. A healing birth. I am on the journey and I feel the ancestors gathering their birthing tools and warm oils. They will anoint my womb with their strength. They will wash my hair with the healing waters of the goddess. They will hold my hand, leading me to freedom. This is all I need.