It was a Friday morning, which meant my partner Erik would be taking our 2-year-old daughter, Sunai, to Free Range kids and I would have a day to myself. My belly was a full moon almost at its peak in the sky. I had no idea of numbers or dates this time around, but I had the feeling the birth passage was opening for me and baby. I decided that today was going to be the day that I lit the fire and fired the seven clay women that were sitting on my altar. Land sisters sharing t

The power that lays in witnessing.