An ode to my ancestors

In this time of great change and turmoil I have felt the need to listen more closely to my inner voice and past lives. Through listening deeper I felt a strong need for my true voice to come through after years of tip toeing and what felt like layers of courtesy laid upon me to please too many fractions of people. My voice is for the women. It must be true.


Living in a society so full of sabotage of the individual women's right to choose and a whole generation of children born by knife in medical instrumental births all around the world. Cut off from their natural instinct to love and bond through connection and love. Where is this all taking us?


Michel Odent says; “ the basic strategy for survival of most human groups is to dominate nature and other human groups; it is, therefore, an advantage to make human beings more aggressive and destructive. By the same token, it is an advantage to moderate the capacity to love, including love of nature, that is to say the respect for Mother Earth. This explains the evolutionary advantages of disturbing the physiological processes in the period surrounding birth, particularly the third stage of labor, which is now considered critical in the development of the capacity to love. Over the millennia there has been a selection of human groups according to their potential for aggression. We are all the fruit of such a selection (…) We are at a time when humanity must invent radically new strategies for survival (...) We have new reasons to respect physiological processes as much as possible. We have a new impetus to rediscover the basic needs of laboring women and newborn babies (..) From a long-term perspective, we must wonder what the effects will be on the evolution of our civilizations of routinely replacing by drugs the main natural “hormone of love,” at a critical time for mother-child attachment.

While it takes only a few minutes to learn how to use synthetic oxytocin or misoprostol, it will take decades to understand the meaning of privacy”

Several shamans and wise women I have had the honor to meet and learn from all saw stories of my past lives as a medicine woman. As a shaman on the plains of Mongolia and in midwest America as a Native American medicine woman. Those forces are deep in me and the connection the both places have been strangely present my whole life. 

Since I sat foot on North American soil I felt at home and this land of open space and high mountains has given me comfort and insight many times in challenging times. My soul is at peace there. In the wilderness where I have set foot so many times. My body thrives in South America, my heart belongs in the mountains of North America. There I came home to myself.

Sometimes it feels like madness to stay overlong in this world. To go home to myself, recognize my need to withdraw, to rest, to listen and to find silence in nature is sanity.

My mentor and the wisest woman I know; Sister Morningstar says: 

“Can we create a world where all needs are met with dignity and individual culture is retained, where a baby anywhere in the world is born non-violently and according to the instincts of it’s mother; where people progress in directions of full potential and spirit is not sacrificed; where women no longer obey, submit and apologize for what they are?”

I believe I am here to help give women their voice, to help babies be born with integrity, to be a force who brings back traditions from our wise women. A wise woman giving women the faith of believing in their own instincts once again; finding their power as birthing goddesses.

As an honor to my work, my grandmothers and my ancestors of the past, I have marked myself with the Morningstar. It will shine a light on my soul in the high mountains; the beholders of my true spirit. It will honor and resurrect the forces of the women of the past; give me the courage to renew and bring forth the traditional ways to be with women - to be a birth witness. 

I am humble to be led by the voices of my ancestors in this holy work of birth and it fills me with gratitude. 

Thank you for letting me accompany you on your journey and thank you for joining me on this important journey home for all women.

Together we are strong.