Childbirth. The Living Blueprint

How we come to the world, impacts us and those around us in profound ways. In fact, I believe, the period from Conception, through Pregnancy, Labour and Childbirth and the first three to five years of life, sets us up with a powerful blueprint - as individuals AND as a society, for Life. Childbirth itself, a critical compounder.

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Where we meet.

  • Women & Families.

    Through pre-conception, pregnancy, childbirth and postpartum, I work with women and families in support of their journey into parenting. Advocacy, health coaching and doula skills are tailored to match your circumstance and vision.

    Be held in Reverence

  • Academia, Health & Media.

    Engaging with health consumers increases their chances of survival and a better experience all round and critically, improves health services. But how do we do this meaningfully? True engagement requires a commitment to listen, learn and most importantly, for all stakeholders - to do the work.

    Engage & report meaningfully

IT'S NOT THAT THEY ASKED FOR THE MOON AND THEY EXPECT TO GET IT. IT'S THAT THEY ASKED FOR THE MOON AND SOMEONE CAN SEE THAT THEY HAVE A DREAM

IT'S NOT THAT THEY ASKED FOR THE MOON AND THEY EXPECT TO GET IT. IT'S THAT THEY ASKED FOR THE MOON AND SOMEONE CAN SEE THAT THEY HAVE A DREAM

The above scrolling text is a short muse uttered to a dear fellow birthkeeper some time ago over teas, in one of those many birthie musings we have in our domain. IT'S NOT THAT THEY ASKED FOR THE MOON AND THEY EXPECT TO GET IT. IT'S THAT THEY ASKED FOR THE MOON AND SOMEONE CAN SEE THAT THEY HAVE A DREAM. I was musing about women and childbirth. They, the women and their dreaming, the way our humanity is birthed. The moon is a metaphor along with a powerful affinity women have, almost certainly, always had with its intrigue.

As women we carry within us innate living intelligence, billions of years in evolution. Our genes are coded to carry, nourish and guide, no less, the continuation of our species. There is no doubt in my body, heart and mind about the impossible weight we carry as women and mothers from the corruption away from nature of our species. This has made us at best crazy and at worst completely lost.

I reclaim the word crazy here, because yes, how can we not be? Having to control, boundary, diminish, manipulate, ignore and deny and even sometimes kill what lives deeply within us. Like an animal living its life out in captivity, so are our powerful, instinctual nervous systems and bodies tasked with carrying out these vital survival and evolutionary impulses, being shackled to a metaphorical pole and confined to narrow and de-natured spaces. What are our limbic brains to make of this? How does our living-intelligence interpret its role? We cannot. And so we redefine what is normal. We recalculate our bearings, all along being plagued by the constant yearning to return.

A yearning that that for the most part is misinterpreted as anything but, what we most yearn for.