There is a magic in the dark silent hours of the night
Somehow it is an honor to be one of the few awake
The rest of the world slumbers as we witness the minutes become hours, the moon tracing across the sky
Hands pulsate with vibrations of love
Release. Relax. Open.
Find the softness.
Few words are spoken but they all brim with love
We work to create the space for life to move in
The key that only she holds, she surrenders
Her eyes remain veiled. What color are they? To what magical place does she travel?
We watch. We wait in awe…
Unit everything changes forever
-Ellie Lindenmayer, Birth Doula