True North

Home is just on the horizon. No more goats or chickens or lizards or fish parts. I can't believe my time in Ghana is up. It seems like we just landed and now that we're good an settled, the trip home is in progress.

I suppose I thought that this small blog would represent mainly my experiences in Ghana.  I realize that I haven't revealed many specific stories.  But I didn't expect to feel the kind of loyalty that comes with being here.  Where I have permission to share photos and stories, I will do so but likely when I get home where the wifi hums along at a faster rate.  I thought I might reflect back to my first, short clinical experience in Utah and keep this blog up as I continue to navigate the process of completing the program bridging north and south. Allow me to keep writing it where there is time and read if you are interested.  I love your comments.

I want to tell you about the people I now call my Sisters and Brothers and for whom I am now their Canadian Sister, Mother or Aunty because the people are just so cool that I want to share them with you.
Probably one of the most interesting personal parts of this trip would be how much the people care for each other, how they go out of their way to welcome you and how they just speak their mind and work to build authentic relationship with each other.  I will be working to be more well rounded in this department.

Yesterday, I celebrated International Day of the Midwife surrounded by midwives from across Ghana who really know how to celebrate. I'll post some photos and such as I reflect.  But for now, I just wanna concentrate on getting home to my geese.

Thanks for reading along, for your prayers and energy while I've been away.  Believe me, there have been so many moments when I've thought of my peeps at home and felt lifted even when my wings hurt so badly I just wanted to quit.  This time has brought me so very much closer to completion. And for those Doula Mama's coming up over the next 6 months, I believe this experience will contribute to your births as well.

I think the processing I have to do isn't going to be easy and I feel a mix of emotion and physical reaction to leaving Ghana.  Stick with me my friends - someday, I'll be able to hold a conversation that doesn't include the words placenta or uterus or maybe even the word birth?  Well.... lets not get too hopeful about that.