Ok, so the two have nothing to do with each other, as far as I know.

But for one thing to blog, I went out the other day in the snow to cut some pine off the trees up on our property. I decided boots or gloves were not needed (ha, ha.) and I ended up with wet sneakers (they have holes in them at the moment) and my hands were bright pink and turning numb when I got back. Not to mention the rose hips I cut were a little blood inducing ;)  But! I have a little pine garland on my window now, and when I wired the cut pieces together it made the wood “bleed” and smell really nice.

Also in that same vein, I was going to put some wintergreen oil in a potpourri burner I have and I forgot that, unlike the cedar oil, the wintergreen doesn’t have a reducer in it. So I ended up *pouring* at least a tablespoon in instead of sprinkling some drops on top. Definitely not my most mindful moment! I’ll be burning wintergreen oil till the flowers come in May :P

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Second of all, a subject which I have tried to comfortably stuff in the back of my head, due to seeming impracticalities, is coming back to the front of it. Which would be midwifery. I’ve not always been interested in midwifery specifically, but when I hear about midwives I always think what they do is so interesting. It’s not any one thing about it, it’s the whole thing. It’s raw - it’s not a pretty painted picture, or words on paper, or a computer screen. It’s warm - bodies, blood, life. It’s about things working the way God designed them to.  Now I know sometimes babies die, and terrible things happen, but midwifery itself is not *that* alone, nor is it defined by death.

I read a book called Baby Catcher a year or so ago and I enjoyed it so much. I wish it had gone on and on. Before reading her book, the idea of becoming a midwife had run through my head, but it seemed like it was just too big of a venture and I think I had forgotten about it. But this completely reignited what small sparks had been there before, and it’s just possible the embers are still there, waiting to be stirred ;)

I was poking around the website and found more writings by the same woman, Peggy Vincent. She wrote one about her parents that made me smile, and I just realized it’s very fitting to post because it’s almost Christmas time.

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