As I write this, two beetles are embracing on my leg, a crow flies past carrying a twig for its nest, and the hedgerow behind me is chattering with sparrows. The world’s diversity is waking in all its complex and extraordinary ways, and it makes me think of the birth of my daughter two years ago. We started in a pool but eventually finished with my legs in stirrups and bright lights over me, despite my hopes and my vision of what I had heard birth could be: natural, beautiful, with little assistance. I am thankful though, because when things got difficult my baby and I had help. Since that experience ...
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