In tribal cultures the first haircut has usually a very significant place as a part of the rites of passage. With the hair being cut, the identity of the person is being transformed in an irreversible way – he becomes somebody else and people around him will treat him differently from that moment. Sadly, there is Read More
The one who greets the Sun and every new day. The one who walks barefoot and feels the pulsing Earth underneath. The one with black feet and half-moon of soil under her nails. The one who puts seeds in the Earth with prayer, waters them with love and harvests the crops while singing thanksgiving songs. 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
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
It is dark already but the path in our backyard is lightened with candles. Women who are part of the ritual create a tunnel with their arms for me. Tara, my doula, who has just washed and massaged my feet, is singing with her powerful voice: “I am walking in beauty, beauty in front of Read More