The Autumnal Return

She returns. This muse, she is not done with me yet. This is not her only form, she is everywhere, reaching for me, whispering- "Listen." I thought I knew her, I was wrong. I know that she is me, ย and I am her. But the depths she reaches out of. But the heights she descends …

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The Mother I Thought I’d Be VS The Mother I Am, and The Birth Story of Ana

It is 8 days until my due date. I am ready. I can finally post this story, first because I need to, and second because today I finally listened to what my gut instinct has been telling me for MONTHS and hired the most fabulous doula to be there with me as we bring our …