Author: Rachel


Seventeen Times I Felt Reverence.

(Inspired by a beautiful part in a beautiful book, 100 Birds Taught Me To Fly, called, “Twelve Times I Prayed.”) My sister, C, holding my baby, singing, “I’m just a little black rain cloud, hovering under...

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After creation, the Mother knew sorrow–the emptiness that comes after fullness, the softness that remains for a long time.

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A Matriarchal Blessing

(A written prayer, a sort of love letter.) Dear Søren, I bless you with the love I have for you as your mother, my faith in Jesus, and the hints of priestesshood that are...

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On The Rawness of Birth and Mother’s Bodies

Once upon a time, almost exactly a year ago, I found myself standing before an exhibit at Tate Modern, in London, sobbing. The second part of this isn’t entirely unusual. I am someone who cries,...


Everyone You Love Will Die

I hope (and believe) that everyone you love will also be resurrected, but this post isn’t about that. It’s about how we don’t generally know the day or hour that our loved ones will...