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