Five years ago, I gave birth to my lovely daughter on an Aries new moon. A fire moon. A beginning moon. The first spark in the zodiac wheel, bold, primal, and full of life force.

And yet, I birthed her in water.

I did not plan to write this book.
It came to me like a whisper in the dark, a pulse beneath my skin, a dream echoing through the hollows of my bones. It arrived in the quiet hours when the world was asleep and my womb was speaking. It emerged through my body long before it came to the page — in blood, in milk, in grief, in silence.

As the wheel turns and the Earth stirs beneath our feet, the Spring Equinox arrives like a breath of ancient remembrance. Equal light, equal dark. A sacred pause. A threshold.