My name is Saturn. I am the mama behind ReBearth Care. My journey to this work has been lifelong but the calling to step fully into the role of care provider for women in the childbearing continuum was a part of my initiation into motherhood.

The surprise breech homebirth of my first born son ushered me and my new little family of 3 into an isolated and yet profoundly beautiful postpartum period at the peak of the pandemic. His birth invited me to challenge everything I had been taught about the nature of birth and the history of how we have arrived in a time where we, as women, have come so far from our natural blueprint and feminine knowing. It was an invitation into the deepest trust I know.

The homebirth of my second son showed me the love of a community’s embrace, teaching me how to step into grace and ask for what I needed, highlighting our cultural shame around asking for help.

Every aspect of becoming a mother informed me of the strength, resilience and the primal need for connection and community that each of us holds.

My journey is not one without loss and hardship. Loss is a part of the unraveling of who we are. It’s shapes us and runs parallel to birth-one and the same. We are moved by it, changed in our cells.

This excerpt from the book “The Wild Edge of Sorrow” by Francis Weller speaks so elegantly to the duality:

“Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.

If it were always a fist or always stretched open,

you would be paralyzed.

Your deepest presence is in every small contracting

and expanding.

The two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birdwings.”

-from thirteenth-century Persian poet Julaluddin Rumi