Sister MorningStar has dedicated a lifetime to the preservation of instinctual birth. She birthed her own daughters at home and has helped thousands of other women find empowerment through instinctual birth. She is the founder of a spiritual retreat center and author of books related to instinctual and spiritual living. She lives as a Cherokee hermitess and Catholic mystic in the Ozark Mountains of Missouri. Visit her on the web at: www.sistermorningstar.com.
The Power of Women: Instinctual Birth Stories: When women embarked on their journey into womanhood and motherhood, stories from their grandmothers, great-grandmothers and ancestors came forth through songs, stories and what appeared as mythological tales. Upon hearing these stories, women became empowered to do what all women from which they came were able to do: give birth instinctually.
Too few wimyn spiraling through maidenhood, motherhood, cronehood hear of the innate powerhouse of sacred feminine energy that is their very nature. Sheroic stories perk the ears of all such wimyn. I am a lover and preserver of stories.
Read more…. Stories! Stories! More Glory Stories, Please!
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There is not another like you. You are more complex and unique than a snowflake. If you are pregnant, there are at least two of you spinning in a universe of uniqueness.
Read more…. Uniqueness
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The power and superiority of homebirth is not in statistics, politics, academia, wimyn’s empowerment, or even the realms of species preservation. The power of homebirth is that it belongs to the Village.
Read more…. Village Birth
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“But it didn’t hurt,” Beth told me straightforwardly as she cradled her sweet baby nuzzling in for a snack before nap at six weeks. I like to review births with mothers at various points during their postpartum, lying-in time. The 6-week or 40-day visit inevitably offers new perspectives. Beth had a herstory of excessive blood loss during childbirth.
Read more…. Silent Hemorrhage
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Easter morn has been born. The wild woods are blooming and echoing the resurrection message of spring. The woodland animals frolic in the meadow and at the edge of the stream. I look into the night sky or water reflection and ponder life at my core. I miss you. The Holyland misses you. Day and night, I hold the sacred space for the return of freedom, civil rights, human rights, human contact, newborns and elders, and community gathering that keep the soul, as well as body, alive. Read more…. Easter Message
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I built a fire from my more than half-century of professional certificates, handouts, conference lectures, pictures, articles, manuscripts, and journals, and made my prayers. Read more…. The Great Sacred Sisterhood
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Now is not the time to be afraid you might get “it.” Now is the time to be confident you will heal.
Read more…. Beloved and Cherished Sisterhood of My Belonging
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You are torch bearers of all things sacred during this time of a daily search for truth, connection, freedom, hope, direction. I know you are doing your best to meet the needs of your loved ones, your at-distance families, your clients, while helping the stranger in her need. We have inspired one another in new and creative ways to keep the flow of life from drying up or being cut off. We are doing our best to keep our instinctual wisdom alive while trusting something unknown and unseen. Read more…. Cherished Global Epicenter of Calm, Capable, and Soul-steady
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I know the extremity of the situation, the global impact, and the information-seeking keeps most of us aware and maybe restless, day and night. I want to share just a few more ideas for your consideration. Read more…. Wild Garlic Council
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Spring be welcomed! The moss covers the hillside. The woodland flowers are outdoing the gardens. The bulbs I planted one place decades ago have spread themselves around, popping up in new circular groups more this year than ever, to show that life lives! In the most powerful, surprising, collective ways, life lives. In singles dotted at the edge of the woods, life lives. That is us in this herstoric equinox. We live to bring the best and beautiful to our little corner of the woods/world. Do not be in a hurry. Read more…. Calm and Capable, Up the Mountain Together We Climb
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I keep thinking there is nothing more to say …
then, there is something more to say.
Read more…. Beloved Worldwide Tribe of Many Nations
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Folks, understandably, are having trouble sleeping. The old. The young. The in-between. For reasons of health, finance, unspoken fears. Do the best you can with what you know and have.…
Read more…. Epicenter of Calm and Capable Still