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"Witnessing our children is the greatest gift we can give them. For in that moment, when we truly see them, we are affirming not only their divine presence but also ours"
- Anna
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"Everything is gestation and then birthing."
-Rilke
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"Yet in this
moment, she is being seen for who she is, not who she
will be or who she should be. Just her, my sweet baby
girl."
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Anna
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Welcome to the written work of Anna Stewart! Weaving twelve years as a freelance writer, eight years experience as a mother guide and over forty years as a female, Anna’s work is rich, expressive and practical. She cultivates the universal experiences of so many mothers with clear language and compassion. Giving voice to the sacred as well as the mundane, her wok reflects a deep wisdom and ongoing curiosity for living a creative and conscious life.
Some of Anna's articles include:
Witnessing Our Children
Mother Blessings Circles
Womb Dance
Look for more of my mothering articles on:
ePregnancy
Inspired Parenting
and my travel articles on:
The Long Trip Home
Witnessing Our Children
I sit cross-legged on the floor of the playroom. Eighteen-month old Sabrina moves closer and looks at me. She picks up a green crayon. I do the same. She says "uh", and holds the crayon over her head. I do the same. I wait until she brings her hand down before I bring down mine. She is the leader, this is her dance and I am here to follow every step. She picks up another crayon, a blue one and taps both of them on the floor. The carpet muffles their sound so she awkwardly gets up and totters to the low table and tries again. I take another crayon; mine is purple and crawl over to the table. Bang, bang, go her crayons. "Eee", she says. And "eee", I go. She becomes aware of the game now and that she is in charge.
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Mother Blessings Circles
The women gather in the early evening. They wear their best clothes. Their faces radiate health and excitement. They have come together to honor and support a dear friend of theirs who is pregnant. They have come to her Blessing-way.
They chat for a while, catching up, introducing themselves. Then the women sit in a circle, some on chairs, some on the floor. A bowl of rose water is brought in and one friend washes the mother's feet, purifying and preparing her for the evening, for her birth. Another friend brushes her hair. Another brings raspberry tea. (Read more…)
Womb Dance
Big bellies sway and swing. New mothers reach and rock. Young women open and offer. We are wild women dancing.
There are no formal dance steps or techniques. There is no right or wrong. There is only the rhythm, the breath, the body.
We begin the class with walking. "Feel the floor under your feet. Breath. Feel the ground. Feel your connection to the womb of mother earth," chants our guide Melissa. (Read more…)
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