Cycle Alchemy

Honoring the flow tonight.

We mostly just stuff things in us

and pay no attention 

with scented yuck

and pills that alter. 

“This will take care of our mess!”

Liberated out of our bodies

out of our wild 

into secret bathrooms alone 

bleeding 

ashamed or indifferent. 

Liberated 🙄

“They” keep us from tapping into a vastness.

One of feminine wisdom

creative energy  

self love 

intuition. 

“But we are unclean! Victimized by a monthly parasite! We must sanitize that shit!”

Civilized and greedy 

afraid of the raw power

the mystery 

we are trained to ignore and suppress.

But I invite you to seek out its specialness. 

At the very least 

look at your attitude

especially while bleeding.

This simple act alone will pull you closer to yourself

giving you opportunities to walk the hedge

that magical place between worlds.

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COMING SOON!

Cycle Alchemy is almost here, a loving guide to reclaim your menstrual rhythm as holy ground. This is not just a guide but it’s a remembrance. A way back into intimacy with your body, your creativity, and your sacred rhythm.

Ceremony

I woke with the sun to prepare for tomorrows herbal bathing. I will do this every morning for the next few days. 

I walked my property singing and humming prayers to the 

Wild grape 

Clover 

Calendula

Sow thistle

Plantain 

Mallow

Lilies

Rose 

and allowed myself to bleed onto the ground as I did so. 

It should not come as a surprise that I stroll around singing the sun up while in a dress and no undergarments 

offering my blood.

It Happens Sometimes

It happens sometimes.

You do all the things! 

ALL. THE. THINGS.

You prepare in all the ways.

You connect with your growing belly.

You love on your partner. 

You welcome the labor and birth.

You have the best team.

You do everything right. 

And yet still, STILL, you do not get your homebirth with your midwife.

You labor for 3 days.

3 days of contractions.

3 days of emotions.

3 days of anticipation.

3 days of VERY hard work without a break.

And at the end of that third day, you do not meet your baby at home.

Sometimes we are given the cards we are given without rhyme or reason.

And its painful.

Just as painful as the 3 days of labor.

And it’s ok to mourn your birth.

It’s ok to love on your baby while also

loathing your experience.

It happens sometimes.

And at the end of day 3 postpartum

when your milk flows and the tears flow

It is also ok to look back on your unexpected hospital birth with unexpected Joy.

And to feel guilty about the unexpected joy. 

It is ourselves as mothers.

Journal Prompts for Your VBAC Journey

Preparing for a VBAC can stir up a wide range of feelings—hope, excitement, fear, uncertainty, and deep desire. Journaling is a beautiful way to make space for all of those emotions, connect with your body, and cultivate trust in your journey. These prompts are meant to guide you inward, helping you process, release, and reclaim your birth story as you prepare for what’s ahead.

Reflecting on the Past

• What feelings surface when I think about my previous birth experience?

• What part of that story still feels tender, and what part feels empowering?

• What would I like to release from my last birth?

Connecting to Your Body

• How does my body feel when I imagine birthing vaginally?

• What are three ways I can honor and care for my body during this pregnancy?

• What messages does my womb or belly hold for me today?

Cultivating Trust & Strength

• What does trust in my body look like, feel like, sound like?

• Who or what reminds me of my strength?

• Write a love letter to yourself, affirming your ability to birth.

Envisioning Your VBAC

• Close your eyes and imagine your VBAC unfolding. What do you see, hear, feel?

• Who do I want present in my birth space, and why?

• If my birth could be a sacred story, how would I tell it?

Integration & Intention

• What lessons from my past birth are guiding me now?

• How do I want to feel as I step into labor this time?

• What does a healed, whole birth story mean to me?

These prompts aren’t about finding “perfect” answers, they’re an invitation to sit with your truth, to listen to your body, and to honor the fullness of your journey. May your journaling be a companion on your path toward a birth that feels deeply yours.

10 Things I Know With My Entire Being (After 15 Years as a Midwife)

1. Birth is not a medical event. It is Holy ground. I can feel in my own body the veil thin place where life and death hold hands.

2. The cervix is not a stop watch. Time bends. Progress is not linear. Slow is sacred too. Patience is vital.

3. You can’t coach a woman into power. You witness it. You get out of the way and honor her knowing. Trust she will find it.

4. There is no such thing as “just” a homebirth. The walls have seen prayers, primal screams, orgasms, and resurrections.

5. The body remembers how to open. Even when the mind is afraid. Even when the culture forgets.

6. Softness is strength. The bravest thing I will ever see is a woman who softens into the wild rhythm of birth moving through her.

7. We need less management and more reverence. Less control. More awe. Less protocol. More presence. Less ego. More kneeling as students at the feet of the forces.

8. Not all emergencies come with sirens. Trust your skills. Read body and energy of womb and room. Listen with your bones.

9. Birth is erotic. It’s messy and raw and it’s also sensual, sovereign, and fiercely alive.

10. We don’t deliver babies. We serve women We protect the portal. We remember what the world tries to forget. From the knowing in our bodies, we offer healing and wisdom to the heart of our community.

Loyalty to the Process of Birth.

Patiently waiting.

Waiting on a baby for over 24 hours as a midwife is remaining unmoved.

It is trusting that the right actions will arise by themselves.

Trusting that there is a story being revealed.

Trusting in the process and the Fates.

No interruptions of the unfolding! 

Maybe the right word isn’t patience then.

Maybe its loyalty. 

Patience is waiting for the settling mud to reveal the clearness of water.

It is waiting for something better to happen.

Loyalty is a love and dedication to what you care about.

Loyalty to the process. 

Loyalty to the time constructed by the Fates.

Loyalty to that ripening and baring of the fruit, not just the fruit.

Loyalty to the dedication to seeing it through before it’s plucked too soon. 

We all know plucking a piece of fruit before it’s time leaves marks on the fruit bearer and blemishes on the fruit. 

Birth is like this.

So similar to the fruit trees. 

Many things are like this actually.