Birthing Dreams and Needing Someone to Believe in You

Originally posted on Trisha Mugo:
They don’t call it the ring of fire for nothing. The baby’s head was crowning, and my midwife could see his full head of curly brown hair. “Push,” she said for the fifteenth time. The pain was immense. So was the fear, and as I sat fully dilated in tub…


Cold that chills to the bone; Yet lovely, All crystaline and white. Dazzling in sunshine; Soft as velvet at dusk.   Home is so inviting, Offering soup; Warmth that holds and fills us While snow blows into drifts; Statues made by the wind.   Landscape dressed in splendor; Pure delight, Bundled up for a walk;Continue reading “A SNOWY DAY”