Donation Opportunities
Support the Sacred Work
——Because no mother should walk alone——
Motherhood is a journey that no one should have to navigate without support. I believe that every mother—regardless of her financial circumstances—deserves compassionate care, holistic healing, and access to the services that make her experience empowered, sacred, and held.
Your donations, support and involvement make this possible.
With your generosity, women both locally and globally can receive the care they need during some of the most transformative seasons of their lives. This is more than a donation — it’s a gesture of solidarity, a return to village care, and a commitment to a global and local web of support. Your offering fuels care for mothers and birth workers both here at home and in the sacred lands of Nicaragua & beyond.
Together, we are creating spaces of healing, education, and community care — rooted in reverence, joy, and connection.
The Vision | The Movement | The Collective Goal
• Build a community-based birth & wellness center — a living hub for local healing & maternal care
• Support postpartum & prenatal services for families in Massachusetts
• Sustain maternal health initiatives in Nicaragua & beyond — funding resources, midwife training, doula training and clinics
How?
1. Attending monthly donation-based practitioner circles — nourishing local wisdom, connection, and shared learning with opportunity to travel and give your time and heart to the areas funded
2. Attending the annual the Birth - Centered Music, Wellness & Healing Festival
—The Festival as Fundraiser—
Our upcoming festival will be a living prayer for all of this work — a vibrant container for celebration, education, and community.
- A portion of proceeds will go directly to:
- The creation of our birth center
-Ongoing support for The Nicaragua Project
- Local care through Mothering Massachusetts
3. Open hearted giving
4. Putting some of your investment in our work together towards the vision
Your offering is sacred. Thank you for believing in this vision.
The Nicaragua Project
… coming soon
International Solidarity in Action
Support mothers in the under-resourced communities of Nicaragua—
the very places I have traveled to, served in, and built soul-rooted connection with.
In partnership with ( )
This offering is rooted in deep relationships built through years of on-the-ground service and soul-rooted connection in Nicaragua. We act as a liaison and amplifier for our trusted partners who are doing the real, embodied work of caring for mothers, midwives, and babies in rural communities.
All donations to this project are processed directly through ( ) — a U.S. registered nonprofit based in Nicaragua.
We are honored to walk in solidarity — not to direct the work, but to uplift and support it with reverence.This is a chance to not only donate, but to offer presence, reverence, and solidarity.
Immerse yourself in the heart of service—offering not just funds, but your spirit, your care, and your belief in conscious global kinship.
Your donation helps:
• Provide essential maternal care & supplies
• Fund midwife trainings & holistic education
• Support traditional birth practices and sacred birthing spaces
• Build postpartum healing huts and local training infrastructure
This is your invitation to offer not just funds, but presence, reverence, and global kinship.
🌱 Get Involved
• Join my monthly local learning circles
• Travel with me and ( org name ) to Nicaragua for hands-on support & exchange to partner with midwives for mutual education & care and participate in earthwork projects that support long-term maternal wellness
Mothering Massachusetts
…coming soon
Mama Share Initiative
Give back to the mothers in our own backyard.
Local care. Shared wisdom. Radical support.
Mothering Massachusetts is a pay-it-forward model of care—where women support women, mothers pour into mothers.
Together, we create a village that holds all mothers—regardless of means.
Your contribution helps us:
• Provide doula & postpartum care for mothers with financial barriers
• Offer support during birth, loss, transition, and recovery
• Build a resilient network of women supporting women
• Keep our “care regardless of means” promise alive
Every donation nourishes a mother in your own backyard — helping us co-create the village we all deserve.
Your offering is sacred. Thank you for believing in this vision.
MY WHY
Where Heaven Touched Earth
A Reflection from Achuapa, Nicaragua — Spring 2024
The first time I landed in Nicaragua, I felt like I was coming home from a very long time away. The culture, the vibrant colors, the sound of the ocean, the people—it stirred something deep in my bones. I felt grounded. Whole. Alive. I knew I had to return.
When I received a calling to travel back to Nicaragua in the spring of 2024 on a medical mission, the pull was so strong I couldn’t ignore it. The more I leaned in, the more peace I felt. I didn’t yet know why—I only knew I had to go. It was a moment of spiritual autopilot. A deeper knowing moved me forward. I trusted the work would reveal itself.
There have been moments in my life where I’ve felt the Holy Spirit move through me—a distant vibration that quickly chills into my bones. I move without fear. I speak without hesitation. And I let the work unfold with full trust. It is a sacred rhythm: a faith that requires no thought, only presence. This was one of those moments.
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I arrived in the village of Achuapa after a 3-hour bus ride through rural farmland and winding dirt roads. We traveled through tropical trees, past cattle, and into a place that felt like it had been waiting for us. The medical post was simple—orange and teal walls, dirt floors, no doors, no electricity—just window light and heat. I was the first off the bus. As we stepped into the courtyard, we were greeted by faces lined with stories we didn’t yet know.
Our supplies had been confiscated at customs—coloring books, tools, medicine, even the Michigan State students’ equipment for a Duchenne’s prototype. We came light-handed. I had only my stethoscope and a pen. Others had one blood pressure cuff, a few physical therapy tools, and whatever the clinic had available. It didn’t feel like enough.
But then I realized—we were the offering.
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In the open-air courtyard, woven chairs lined the walls. Families had journeyed for hours—some for days—just to be seen. And as I stepped into the space, a young boy, maybe nine, reached out and grabbed my hand. I looked down, met his eyes, and he wouldn’t let go. He was frail, malnourished, and riddled with Duchenne’s disease… but radiant with joy. With tears in his eyes, he repeated in Spanish: “You are a gift from the gods.”
I froze. Tears welled in my throat. The Holy Spirit moved through me in that moment.
Not because I felt worthy of those words, but because I could feel God right there—chilling my bones, filling the space, reminding me:
This is where I show up.
As a missionary. As a steward. With only my hands and what beats in the middle of my chest.
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That day, we saw 27 patients. Not in the rushed, clinical way modern systems move—but with time, reverence, and presence. There were no checklists, no revolving doors—just listening. Just love.
With no tools, no power, and limited supplies, we got creative. We sat, we triaged, we translated. We offered touch, presence, and prayer. We became the medicine.
That boy’s words—“You are a gift from the gods”—stayed with me. Not because I believed I was divine, but because he saw something holy in what we came to do. In his eyes, we weren’t judged by status, language, or wealth. We were simply humans—willing to serve.
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And that’s when God showed up.
Because when you say “yes” to the unknown, when you walk into unfamiliar places with nothing but faith, God meets you there. He reveals Himself in the smallest moments—in a child’s voice, in the holding of hands, in the aching beauty of being fully present.
These families didn’t pity themselves. They weren’t afraid or angry. They didn’t ask for more—they celebrated the opportunity to be in community. They welcomed us not as saviors, but as kin. They taught me that wealth is not measured in material things—but in spirit, gratitude, and connection.
We were not there to heal with medicine. We were there to be the medicine.
To witness. To love. To serve.
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You know those experiences that light you up so brightly it’s hard to dim?
The kind that choke you up, that make you speak in tongues of gratitude, that make your heart pound like a drum?
That’s God showing up.
We are all vessels of His light. We are all born with gifts meant to be shared. And when we follow the call, when we show up even with empty hands—He fills the space.
Take the trip. Extend the hand. Be the vessel.
Because when we do, we don’t just encounter others—
