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New beginnings
Prayer often felt like a loose end hanging in the wind. An end I was waiting for God, Cosmos, Universe, and my Creator to grab onto. But often, it didn't seem like she did.
Hi, I'm Jennifer. Soul midwife. Capital "m" Mother. Grief doula. Spiritual Writer. Human.
poetry
she keeps going
She keeps going, because she can.
poetry
the darkest night
When the darkest night still holds light.
motherhood
in a world without violence (we are the garden)
Hope takes consistency. It takes work. It takes... a vision.
loss
just enough
Sometimes we need a reminder that life is not all death.