05/06/2025
You were born with the rising light of the Spring Equinox—as the earth tilted toward warmth and renewal. A child of the turning seasons. A symbol of beginnings. The moment you arrived, the world shifted, and we stepped into spring—together.
Welcome, my River. We will love you with the depth of oceans and the fire of stars—for all eternity.
You were born into the arms of your family, in the quiet cocoon of our home, without any outside authority present—and it was exactly how you needed to arrive. I knew this deep in my bones. While you were warm in my belly, I had been in deep communion with you, with God, and there was never a flicker of fear—only the deepest trust in the primal intelligence that lives in every woman.
Birth is a portal. And I knew that I could only fully step through it if I was undisturbed. I needed to be the only one listening to my body. I needed to feel wild. I needed to feel alone and supported all at once. No doctors. No midwives. No monitors. No eyes on me. Just deep, sacred connection with you, my baby—and with the ancient knowing in my womb.
There is nothing extraordinary about me for choosing to freebirth. This wisdom lives in all of us. Every single one of us is here because our ancestors birthed without intervention. The body remembers.
Not every woman wants or needs to give birth this way. But I did. And I trusted myself to choose what was right for me, for us. Every birth is sacred. Every birth is an initiation. And this was mine.
