02/25/2026
I was standing at Philae Temple and it was full of people wandering around. I remember feeling open and quiet.
And then a woman approached me.
I did not know who she was.
She asked, very directly, “This may seem weird but Im being pulled to talk to you. Are you ok with that?”
I said yes.
Then she asked “Do you have any womb illnesses?”
It was such a specific question that it startled me a little and I told her no.
And then she said, “You’re a midwife, aren’t you?”
I said yes.
She smiled. And then she told me that I have been a midwife in many lifetimes. That this is not new work for me. That I have stood beside women over and over again, across time.
She said that I am still holding grief from one of those lives.
She told me that long ago, in another lifetime, I lost two babies. And that I have been carrying that grief into this one.
The moment she said it, chills moved through my entire body. It felt like something ancient inside me recognized the truth of it. Like something was named that needed to be named.
She paused and said she was being told to tell me something.
That I no longer have to carry that grief.
That it wasn’t my fault.
The words landed deep in my body. I felt lighter.
And then she simply left.
I stood there in the Temple of Isis with tears in my eyes, feeling both undone and put back together at the same time.
I have attended so many births in this lifetime. I hold space for loss. I carry stories. I stand at thresholds.
But in that moment, I realized I had been carrying something that was no longer mine to carry.
I found something ancient in me that day in Philae Temple.