That’s what I seem to be doing at the moment. With all the whirlwind around publication of the book, family stuff, teaching new doulas and, somewhere in the mix, planning (probably stupidly) to embark on a house extension, I kind of forgot to breathe there, for a while!
So this is me, breathing out. Being reminded again of how being mindful of the breath slows the pace of life, helps us stay in the moment and enjoy the journey, rather than being constantly focused on the destination.
I held my breath for quite some time: through much of the writing, editing and waiting for the publication of Why Doulas Matter. I held my breath because I was scared. I forgot all my own learning and wisdom and I froze. It’s hard to bare your soul. Frightening to open your heart so completely. Petrifying to publicly invite criticism and perhaps mockery.
But as usual, my tribe has saved me. Friends, doulas, midwives, birthworkers near and far have showered me with love. Glowing reviews, texts, emails, social media comments and real life hugs and words of encouragement, praise and admiration have been coming my way ever since the book came out.
I have come a long way with my self esteem over the last decade. I am far and away a much stronger woman these days, with a way healthier sense of my own worth. But it seems I have a way to go. I don’t NEED your kind words and support, but it sure has helped to remind me to breathe. So thank you. Thank you all! Here are just a few of the people I love, who made it possible for me to give birth to this little book.