First day of my period. I am bleeding heavily. My only wish is to stay in the bed and don’t be a mother for one single day. I won’t get the desired time on my own as my husband has to work. There is a prediction of rain for the whole day. No playgroups where Read More
We sat with my doula Tara and her partner Mikey at the dinner table. They brought me a beautiful bouquet of flowers so in a way it felt like it was already after the birth. “When do you feel the baby will be born?” asked Mikey. “That is the right question. People always ask: when Read More
Hands up who thinks that decorating is boring unskilled job! Few years ago my hand would be most likely up too. Especially when I was studying socio-cultural anthropology thinking that training my brain could take my the furthest. Here I am in the middle of the third year of mothering with one foot in art Read More
May new moon night. Night of the first separation with my son after nearly two years since he was born. Night before Beltine and my 30th birthday. Night under the eye of heaven; the round window on the top of yurt in Sheklinah ashram. Night so close to the sacred Tor in Glastonbury where we Read More