The last few days have been a beautiful journey of sorts. For years now, I've been feeling a gentle calling. And even as it has tugged at my heart, I have always taken a deep breath and realized that the time has not been quite right-- yet. A nursing baby, another commitment, difficulty attending a training. And then the other week, the tug surfaced again, and this time, everything was just exactly right.
A training, which seems to be offered almost entirely overseas, a short drive from my house. The very next week. An incredible teacher who, upon hearing of how I stumbled upon the class, simply remarked, "Coincidences are miracles in which God chooses to remain anonymous." A patchwork of childcare that made me feel that at every moment, my little ones were being loved and nurtured. And then four days in which I got to know some beautiful women, all with remarkable stories, and all with this very similar calling. There were stories shared, tears shed, friendships formed. And, perhaps most importantly, the shared bond of following our purpose.
And now, on the other side of this wonderful experience, I am looking forward and realizing that I am standing at a new beginning. I will be doing something I am passionate about, helping women prepare for peaceful and gentle births, and my step into the unknown is also a journey into unseen beauty.