Astrid
Owl Eyes
I see.
My Tribes
*Salt Spring Island, BC, Canada*,
- Alternative Fuel Vehicles,
A Guide to The Great Outdoors,
Abundance Manifestation Network,
Africa,
African Music Tribe,
All Whole Food Health,
Animal Communication,
Arcata Family & Children Network,
Arizona Exploration,
At Your Cervix,
Attachment Parenting,
Baking (Breads and Pastry),
Belize,
Belly Dancing Snake Lovers/Snake Dancers,
Biodiesel,
Blessed are the Cheesemakers,
Bob Marley,
Chocolate,
Circle of Sisterhood,
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Our Blessed Handfasting
Olympic Rainforest
My BioGender
Female
Age
33
about me
My life's work is to midwife peace into the world and women into their own empowerment.
I am a midwife, a priestess and a daughter of the earth. www.birthrootmidwife.com www.arvigomassage.com www.avivainstitute.org
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Thu, May 31, 2007 - 7:52 AM
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What an incredible journey it has been for me thus far...walking the path of a midwife. As I embrace this path more deeply, my consciousness expands, my heart opens, and my life becomes more full. I have assisted my first two clients as a licensed midiwife. The pic above is in the gardens of my home with my first client 2 days before her birth. What an initiation! I feel so incredibly blessed to be in Southern Vermont assisting women and families here and in NH and MA as well.
Sat, October 28, 2006 - 7:28 AM
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my womb is the ocean
Sat, March 25, 2006 - 1:17 PM
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wild and free pulled and tugged by the moons luminosity wet, dank, and fertile dripping, lapping, salty, sea feeling, moving, sensing, being, i am she and she is me the moon, the ocean, and me is three full of treasures, living breathing dying always changing, flowing, growing returning to center, to mother, yemaya
My first memory of my African adventure is standing in the parking lot of the airport in Dakar, Senegal and feeling like I was finally home. The sights, sounds, and smells were unfamiliar…yet the pulsating beat of the earth beneath me was as familiar as the strands of DNA in my cells. I began to smile, and that smile still remains as a reminder of my extraordinary experience in Senegal, West Africa.
Sat, January 14, 2006 - 12:51 PM
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There were eleven of us; three preceptors, the president of the board of Midwives on Miss... read more
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