There is a place where the river meets the sea and you cannot be sure where the next big wave will come from. When the waves are big enough to knock over the biggest of fish, sometimes it's just better to sit a few out rather than try to swim over them.  In this moment, I was thinking about how blessed I am to have had this time to think and learn and walk through more of the steps in birthing my inner midwife. 

As we were busy experiencing birth and death in Ghana, one of our most prized young teachers and one of the finest Midwives in the world, was taken too soon to even believe. Briana, Thank You for giving inspiration to so many of your sisters in birth and in your death, may those who loved you and where loved by you find some sort of peace. I hope to be the kind of Midwife you would be proud of. 

That the river and the sea fight until they come together, so do the heart and hands of a baby midwife and as we gain and lose may we all be able to experience peace at the estuary.

Today, I am heartsickeningly homesick for my children. I miss you all my loves... make room on your foreheads. Mama goose will be home soon