The Journey Behind the Hands

ABOUT ME

I’m Taylor — the heart behind Woven Wisdom Birth Work — but before anything else, I’m a woman who loves being alive. I am a fully embodied woman who belongs everywhere and nowhere at once.

I live devotionally. I love life. I refuse fragmentation.There is no separation between who I am and how I serve.

I love starry nights and bonfires. Waves and warm breezes. Mountain tops and mossy forest. Bare feet and wild hair. The smell of rain. Wildflowers. The sound of cicadas. Laughter. Long dinners, good food, a well-made drink, and the kind of conversations that crack you open in the best way.

I love music that moves through your bones, ceremonial containers, traveling to immerse in culture and the depth of humanity, dancing, hosting, teaching, writing, learning, gathering, creating, tending, and celebrating for no reason at all.

I’m a girls’ girl through and through. I love women — our stories, our bodies, our humor, our depth, our joy. I’m not here to fit into a neat niche. I’m here to be real, present, curious, and devoted.

This love of life is not separate from my work — it’s the foundation of it.

I walk alongside women through pregnancy, birth, and postpartum as a birth and Ayurvedic postpartum doula, student midwife, movement guide, ceremonialist, and body-based care provider. My work is rooted in trust: trust in the body, trust in intuition, trust in the ancient intelligence that already lives within you. I believe birth is not something to be managed — it is something to be honored.

I support women in ways that are holistic, grounded, and deeply human: movement, touch, nourishment, ceremony, listening, laughter, and unwavering presence. I meet you where you are. I walk with you, not ahead of you.

Woven Wisdom grew from my earliest doula work under the name Mossy Moon — a practice born humbly, organically, and in devotion to women. Over time, it evolved into what it is now: a weaving of ancestral wisdom, modern knowledge, embodied care, and real-life living. Birth, to me, is a rite of passage — a threshold that deserves reverence, protection, and warmth.

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There is no “outside” of birth work for me. I am fully embodied in my life, and that embodiment is what I bring to women.

I am deeply nourished by my people — my family, my partner, my chosen sisters and community as well as my animals, especially my sweet dachshund, Wesson. I spend as much time as I can with my parents and proudly wear the role of auntie (titi) to my five nephews, one niece, and my chosen village of sisters littles.

I am forever learning, forever becoming. Devoted to health, nourishment, healing, the divine, movement, and homesteading.

I walk humbly. I honor the lineages that came before me. I remain a student of life.

My purpose is simple and sacred:

to mother the mother

to tend the village

to remind women of their power

If you’re here, something in you already knows.

I’m honored to walk with you.

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MY PATH

I am not one thing.

I have never belonged to just one world.

I am deeply spiritual and deeply embodied. I love candlelight and the rush of the rivers. Tarot cards and trail dust. Long baths, back roads, outdoor sports and the quiet magic of small details. I am devoted to beauty, ritual, pleasure, and presence — not as aesthetics, but as ways of living inside the body.

I love life. All of it.

The soft and the wild. The still and the ecstatic.

The hammock days and the let’s-go-somewhere-far days.

For a long time, I felt like I didn’t quite fit anywhere. Too earthy for clinical spaces. Too grounded for spiritual ones. Too devotional for modern hustle culture. Too real for anything performative. Over time, I realized: this in-between is the point.

My path into birth work was not linear — it was layered, embodied, and shaped by real life.

I came to this work through the body first. Through movement, breath, nervous system awareness, and the quiet knowing that lives beneath words. Long before I had credentials, I was holding space — listening deeply, attuning, and witnessing people through moments of transition. Birth was a natural remembering.

Before fully stepping into midwifery, I worked in emergency and hospital-based care. I saw the beauty of medicine — and its limits. I learned how to stay calm in intensity, how to read a room, how to act when things matter. Over time, I also felt the ache of what was missing: slowness, relationship, continuity, and reverence for the whole person.

Alongside this clinical world, I was rooted in yoga, somatic practice, and women’s work. I felt the tension between urgency and intuition, intervention and trust. Eventually, I chose to follow the thread that kept pulling me closer to women, to birth, and to care that is relational.

Becoming a birth doula marked a turning point — one that allowed me to bring together all of these strands. From there, the path toward midwifery felt inevitable. I am currently walking that path with humility, devotion, and deep respect for the lineages that came before me.

My work today reflects the integration of these worlds: clinical awareness, embodied practice, traditional wisdom, and lived experience. I remain a student — of birth, of women, of life itself — committed to learning, unlearning, and remembering what has always been known.

This path is not about arrival.

It is about relationship, responsibility, and presence.