It was 20 A.D., around the time when Jesus walked, and I was a town midwife, attending births and catching babies.
Then, with the snap of her fingers, the scene was gone.
And just like that, it was over—and I was back in my 2015 body, nestled in a cozy chair, in a modern-day room, staring into the eyes of the woman who had guided me through my very first past life regression .
I had come… >> learn more.
I remember my very first dance. I was in the 6th grade and had just moved to what was my third school within a few months time. Pennsylvania had yet to woo me with her charms and I felt out of place among the five girls at my new school. I was also a pretty big nerd, and was grateful for the conformity of a school uniform. But this was the big dance, the chance for each person… >> learn more.
There is dukkha. I’m chasing my dog around the house trying to get him not to eat his barf—which is remerging from his stomach every five minutes. A piercing shriek from the fire alarm breaks my train of thought. “Dang! I was so busy on puke patrol that I forgot the rice!” As I rush back into the kitchen through a fog of smoke, Hank retches again and starts eating it. I look down at him and realize… >> learn more.
In the past couple of years I’ve abandoned the pursuit of lusting after a normal life and embraced the birthing process of my inner wild woman. I made acquaintance with the woman I want to become, and in a way always was, and delivered her into being. Having served as a labor and delivery doula for many moons, I found myself pondering the essence of doula support and how it applied to my own birth—the birth of myself.
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It started with a thought that I needed to take cash out the following morning. I turned over in bed, simultaneously remembering I needed to transfer money from savings to cover rent. Another toss and a pillow adjustment, later: “what about retirement and my lack of savings skills?” Yet another twist, toss, and turn. The night was quickly evolving into what most Americans experience before falling asleep. I found myself stuck in a catastrophic thought hurricane of plotting and… >> learn more.