11/12/2025
I’ve taken an unintentional hiatus from Instagram for the past six months or so, but can feel the spark to create returning. I’ve spent the last six months pouring into myself, attuning to myself in deeper and more meaningful ways, addressing wounds, replenishing the well. When I was 21 *15 years ago* I sat on my bed and saw in a vision the word Midwife stamped onto my forehead. I have to share a secret with you. In January of this year I thought I was done for good. I’ve admittedly struggled with this work off and on. As beautiful and fulfilling as I do find this work, it’s also exhausting, sobering, grievous work. It’s broken me to my core numerous times. And yet, call it Spirit or ancestors, I keep being called back. A little different each time. More boundaries here, a little sustainability there, more attuning to myself here. “Stay”, the wisdom from within calls out. “Stay.” So here I am, a little different than the last time we met yet more myself and aligned with my purpose than ever. So hello!👋🏼 Thank you for being here and meeting me again. I’m deeply impassioned about the work of a midwife. Not just in the literal sense of providing care for pregnancy, birth, and postpartum, but philosophically as well in the ways we show up and care for one another, our children, and our communities. May we all accept the invitation to Midwife each other through life, in whatever way it presents for you. We each have a role to play. I’m honored and humbled to be here, a student of birth, guiding you to your wisdom from within.