Worldwide Midwife

The contrasts of Norway are beautiful

How lucky we are that we get to experience all of this once more 🌈

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The new earth is not a new concept. It is not a New age invention.

It is ancestral knowledge and prophecy spoken of for thousands of years in our lineages.
Don’t believe the neo-colonial lies spewed by new age spirituals. They will steal your ancestral wisdom and resell it to you.

Decolonize so that you may remember. Decolonize so that you may teach your children that their bones are made of ancient prayer, their hair braided through timelines and our breath eternal.
Decolonize so that your lineage will never forget again.

Brothers 🌑
Atlas Santiago Intip Churin 🌞
Atreyu Andes Qispi Rumi 🌋

Today I found some old pictures of some of my own hand dyed skeins.
One of my favourite parts of weaving is actually dying my own yarn.
I know how to plant dye with fresh plants and dye with dyepowder (which is also made of natural elements in Peru).
Carrying my firstborn almost 7 years ago in textiles after birth became a catalyst for me to find my way back to the ancestral practice of weaving my own carriers.

I will usually use what is available to me in nature to aid me in my dying process, which is why one of my favourite times in the year to work with hand dyes is in the winter, where I will dye outside utilising snow.

It’s cold and quite an arduous project but absolutely worth it.
These skeins where dyed using powder dyes and snow ❄️❄️🌨

I have love for the weirder yarns and have worked with everything from alpaca yarn, to milk yarn, rose yarn, green tea yarn, eucalyptus yarn etc, and various kinds of rarer silks and cottons.

Wawa cried while being placed on my chest.
I whispered to him and he became quiet.

And then I sang him a song in Spanish. Right there amongst the bright lights, the nurses and doctors. I don’t think many listened. It was Just for him. Welcome wawa.
A song of his ancestors call, of love, and a song I had been singing while he was in my belly.
He became so still, so attentive, looked around, so calm. So much right there.

He latched to my breast for the first time while still in the operating room. While I still layed open on the table. Physically and emotionally. Like it was all we’d ever done.

Desde lejos, desde lejos oigo, el canto enamorado de un pájaro. Y ese pájaro es mi abuela, mi abuela que canta, canto enamorada.

A small window into a very intimate moment in our lives.

This is the moment newest wawa was handed to me, blue and wet, placenta still attached, cord still pulsing, after we had seen him be lifted out of my belly in the operating room.

Even though neither of my births ended being the homebirths I’d dreamed of, but instead something very different, I am endlessly humbled and grateful for the thinning veil, my intuition, my visions, my babies and my body, that made it possible for me, to bring both of these amazing beings earthside alive and whole.

As a homebirth midwife, the process of integrating traumatic birth within my own body, has taken years, and is a work in progress that is still very much moving and shifting, especially now after my second wawa has come.

I don’t have many, if any, pictures from my first birth, and so this time, while we had more time than last time, my husband made an effort to take pictures through it all, so we have them 🙏🏽

Today is a very happy day!
After mooonths of waiting on an answer from the government regarding our request for wawas Quechua indigenous names, they’ve finally been accepted!

First the names had to be reviewed by the church ministry (even though we are not registered as part of the church).
I was then contacted and asked for more documentation and reasons for name (more than I had already provided), and then everything had to be reviewed by the ‘family courthouse’.

But today, we finally got the documentation that it’s been officially accepted in Denmark as wawas name 🌈🔥
The irony of having to argue with the Christian church as to why his Indigenous names should be accepted is not lost on me 🙄😬

Welcome again little Atreyu Andes Qispi Rumi! 🌈

Look at this gordito churrito!

I’ve had an influx of new followers the last few days, so I thought I’d take a minute to reintroduce myself to you all 😅

My name is Lucila. I am a mixed race indigenous Andean from Peru & Scandinavian. I am the mama of 2 (the youngest only 7 weeks), and partner of .

This page started as a way to spread awareness of my midwifery services while my family and I started a longer travel about 3 years ago.
As a midwife I work both in hospital and with homebirth. But while travelling mainly in Mexico and Peru I’ve been working as a private homebirth midwife through sliding scale or as donation based.

I have been and am still on a path of reclamation when it comes to my Andean lineage. Coming from a family with deep scars and internalisation because of colonisation, it’s a long journey to find my way back to our language (quechua) and traditions. Both personally and in my medicine work.
Which is something that has taken more and more of a Center stage here on my Instagram.

I work closely with the Qero nation of the Kiko community in Peru, and am very humbled to have elders there that continuously guide me on my medicine path. Even though my heritage lies in the Ayacucho region and Wari, it’s been such an honour to learn from the Apaza lineage in Cusco.
My family and I live on/ off in Valle sagrado of Peru and on/ off in Denmark.

All in all this little private part of the internet is something I like to fill with traditional medicine, birth work, decolonisation work, and ancestral reclamation.
I am also severely allergic to new-age wyte spirituality and all that this entails and talk a lot about this from time to time.

All in all, as a midwife I think that if birth work is not severely radicalising you in ways of decolonisation and anti racism work, what are you even doing?..

I sometimes think about what I will leave behind when I’m gone.

This week I spent some more time diving into my ancestry.
I had a DNA test done a few years ago to see if there was anything I didn’t know.

I was surprised to realise that my ethnicity is mainly Andean, and that I’m NOT very Scandinavian at all.

Most surprising was that I have absolutely Zero Spanish or southern European blood at all- which was something I thought would be a certainty after the Spanish Inquisition of

Internalised colonisation and trauma is so trans generational and my Peruvian father always told us that it was better to be white- that we would have more opportunities if we were mainly white or perceived this way.
But I’ve never quite fit the mold of European beauty standards, and growing up it caused a lot of pain. When we would be in Peru with my fathers side of the family I’d finally recognise myself in the bodies around me.

Now I’m the mama of two amazing souls, and what I want to give on to them is so much more than just blood or ethnicity.

I want to give them our culture back. Our traditions. Our songs. Our language. Our stories. An unquestionable understanding of our lineage.

On my mother’s side I can trace my family back 8 generations to the first half of 170. On my fathers I struggle to get back 3 generations.
So many stories lost. Remnants of a story of a great great grandfather from the east. Coming from the Silk Road and falling in love with an indigenous Andean woman. My great great grandmother. All that is left is traces in my blood. His name and story is lost in my family.

So many stories. So many lives. So much heartache. So much love. So much trauma. So much resilience.
I never want my children to feel the displacement I did when growing up.
I want them to be deeply rooted in who we truly are.
And so I am reclaiming the lost parts and the parts that were not allowed to exist in my youth. Not just for me. For my children and all the stories that were lost before we came.

Wawa being very literal right now in their interpretation of 50% genes from mama and 59% from Scandinavian papa 🌈🏔

Little eyes and souls modelling what they see and experience.

Oldest sun who’s 6 years old, asked today to carry his wawa brother, and gently let him fall asleep wrapped in alpaca handwoven fabric from a dear tradicional weaver and friend in Peru 🖤

So proud to see the love being expressed and knowing how carrying wawas will be part of generations to come.
Ancestral knowledge being reclaimed and passed on 🏔.

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I carry my babies because I don’t know how not to.
I carry them because it’s my heritage.
I carry them because it’s in my blood.
I carry them because it’s my ancestral knowledge.
I carry them because for thousands of years that’s all we’ve done. My ancestors have always carried our babies on our backs. On our bodies. Across mountain ranges and fields of corn. Across lakes and snowy peaks.
My hips, my bones, my body, build for the journeys with my babies close to me.
Go to the mountains and you will never encounter a pram. It is colonial. It is a man-made need.
But you can never erase ancestral knowledge. It lives on in the blood, regardless of circumstances. We might call it intuition or instinct.
But it is knowledge buried deep in the bones.

I honor my ancestors by honouring our traditions.
I honor my children by keeping those traditions alive.
To work with textile, to handweave, and to carry them in what was created by my hands is a small part of what I will leave behind once I’m gone.

Little wawa joined us earthside in the end of January 🙏🏽 we are all in our love bubble and doing very well.

Allin chaskisqan kay wawa Atreyu Andes Q’ispi Rumi !🖤

Yesterday a night-owl came and sat in the forest next to our house. Cocooing in the night.
His song echoing in the vast forest and into our bedroom as we were falling asleep.

I dreamt I gave birth to a child with black hair. Feathers nestled in between the strands, poking out high into the sky as I lay them next to me to feed.
We had been separated somehow, but now they were back with me.

I’m feeling more and more as if I’m here, but really somewhere else.
Half here? Half there. One foot in the day, one in the night. Half awake, half asleep. With both my children in their different worlds.
Getting ready for the next and last part of this first journey into the Center of the labyrinth.

My Peruvian father had two simple wishes for Christmas this year: cacao y panetón.
Not the powdery kind he said. The real chocolate. Like when we’ve spent Christmas in Peru with abuelita.
The small joys we can give each other by honouring our traditions in the smallest of ways 🙏🏽❤️
He got his chocolate. The real, spiced, thick, hot, grainy kind. With raw chocolate brought in my backpack from Peru.

As I’m getting closer and closer to the coming birth of our second child, I’m spending more and more time in solitude. The need has been increasing since summer.

Leading up to the winter solstice I spent a few days forming myself, A and the coming wawa out of clay. To witness us from the outside in, and not only feel us from the inside out.

Clay is one of my favourite materials to work with, and I find so much joy and peace in working with my hands directly with this part of Pachamama. Clay is alive and I rarely know exactly what will show itself when I sit down and start sculpting, but oftentimes a mental picture will start to form and suddenly materialise itself in the lump in front of me.

This sculpture is for my personal journey, and is a reminder of who the three of us all were and are in this exact time of our lives.
Growing from mother of one to mother of two, creating space and expanding by looking inwards and deepening.
Preparing to carry yet another wawa as I have carried A in my body and on my body for the past 6 years. He was the first to shape my womb, body and heart. And will continue to do so, with help from another.
The journey we are on, is one we are on together. And this sculpture represents that for me.
We are growing and making room by huddling closer.

Often times Its easy to feel like you are not showing people enough on social media.

It’s easy to feel like you should be exposing more.
For me personally it’s often the thought that I ought to be showing more of my culture, myself, my heritage, ceremonies, my work.
And I need to remind myself: ceremony is really not supposed to be advertised.

In the world we live in now, so much is commercialised. People, beings, the world, life itself.
And so it makes sense that it can sometimes get to this inkling that everyone should be exposing more. Buy more into selling ourselves.

But in reality we’re just falling into the trap of social media which has found a way to commercialise spirituality on its platforms.

And even though I know this, I can still experience this sense of fear of being left out or overlooked if I don’t bare more for strangers online. How weird is that!

I need to remind myself at times that Ceremony is not for everyone’s eyes. It is not for pictures or consumption. Cameras etc, have no space in ceremonial space.
In reality many ceremonies have parts that are not even for the participants eyes!
Where shielding is needed for protection or respect.

But it’s so sooo easy to forget when scrolling through Instagram.

So, what I’m trying to say, I think, is, that as much as I’d like to share more with people who hold interest, I also can’t forget, that almost everything I do, is meant to be done and experienced in person. And that that may make my online presence less interesting for most people. And that’s okay!
That does not take away from my work or anyone else’s. Even if social media would profit more off of making everyone think so.

Picture of one of my dearest Apus near our home in Peru.

Pregnancy is such a journey within and beyond at one and the same time.
It presents a huge opportunity to heal, integrate, change, transform and understand yourself and your life. But these opportunities take a little awareness.
Don’t get me wrong- The lessons will be there regardless. But the depth of integration is very much your responsibility.
Pregnancy presents opportunity. What you do with that is up to you.

I joke that my body is older this time and that that is the reason things have been harder physically and emotionally this time. The truth is, that that’s only one dimension. I am not 24 anymore as last I was pregnant. The baby is not the same child. My circumstances have changed. I am not the same woman or mom as I was then. And so it’s a symbiosis. It’s a dance. Between the baby and I.
Bringing up and forth all the things to dance through from the darkness and depths of the ukhu pacha.

I want to take the opportunity to just share some of the lessons being relearned and reintegrated up until this point in pregnancy where I am now.

- the baby is it’s own being, it’s own soul, on its own journey, with its own lessons and life to move through. Coincidentally that life has its start in my womb. And so we move together. We are a drum skin.

- as many plans, thoughts and visions I might hold for this pregnancy and birth, as I learned when I carried Little ‘A’ six years ago, these souls have their own journey, and I surrender my body to their journey into this world. However it may look.

- whatever I go through, move through and experience while we share this body is what needs to be moved through to prepare me to be the mother this child needs.

- the lessons that come through are guided by my baby to prepare me to become who they need me to become. I am being gently and at times not-so- gently@molded. This preparation started loooong before this baby physically attached in my womb.

- Birth is death and death is birth. We dance together. I peek through the veils in certain moments, trying not to loose myself, and this dance starts in pregnancy.

Throwback to our Mexican Mayan jungle life, where little A would spend some time everyday walking around barefooted with chickens on his head 🐥

We’ve been living as a family in Peru on/off for a few years now, but I only realised today that I’ve never really posted pictures of the place we call home when there.

So here it is. El Valle sagrado. The sacred valley of the Incas.
Where the Urubamba river flows through beneath the mountains, paving the way from south to north like a snake, all the way to Machu Picchu, surrounded by apus and sacred sites.

Living in the mountains is no joke. The altitude will literally take your breath away, but if you are able to connect to the space, it will feel like you are breathing for the first time.
The valley will kick you out when you need to leave. It is alive and will clearly communicate. The mountains and nature there is inexplicable.

Working as a midwife there, in the mountains, I’ve been extremely grateful for our 4x4 wheel drive. It’s been an adventure to say the least!
It’s also been a coming home. Both personally within my lineage and heritage, but also within my work.
I figured out why I’ve felt like my view and take on birth was never quite whole or understood in Europe- and it was definitely because the other half was in Peru.

I have so many wonderful pictures on my phone from both Mexico and Peru that I just never got around to post. I was so ill in Peru that I hardly could function- let alone be on social media 😅

For now I just wanna post these two in Peru, around the time we told A that a baby is coming.

Andreas and I celebrated our 11 years together this summer.
If someone had told me 11 years ago, during that summer I met , that 11 years from@then I’d soon be a momma of two, travelling the world when I want to, being financially independent as a family, with multiple degrees behind me, working pro bono when I want to, and having endless time with my family, I would have never believed them.

Not in my wildest imagination would I, in my teenage years, have thought my life could turn out as it has.
Which makes me sooo excited and curious to know and see what the next decade will bring!
Hopefully my wildest dreams won’t come true- but something much greater and beyond my minds limited imagination ❤️

So that’s my wish for you too today. I hope your wildest dreams never come true- so that something much greater may unfold for you 🙏🏽

Equinox recently came and went, and for me it brought a night walk in the dark woods to the lake closest to us.

My phone is almost too good at taking night pictures and will make it look like daytime, even in a forest where you can hardly see your hand in front of your face.

Being back in Scandinavia, I always have to relearn how to integrate my medicine from Peru again. My own routines, my own schedule, no elders in physical space and only@myself to bring me deeper.

Equinox presented a moment to offer thanks and gratitude for all prayers and gifts received since the offering at solstice in Mexico. A time to reap what was sowed.

Much has happened since then, and deep prayers have been answered in many ways and forms since.

This pregnancy, even if I am not conscious about it 100% of the time is working it’s magic and slowly guiding me further and further into the labyrinth and the ukhu pacha. Closer to our pachamamita and to the unconscious dark, and sacred waters, inside.
Sometimes I need but remember that medicine is held within to be recognised at any given point.
Prayers and offerings to the sacred waters in the quiet night in the middle of the forest were received.

It makes me so incredibly happy to recognise that it is not the lands itself, but the medicines we offer the lands that sustains our connection. And that that connection is always open to us should we seek it.

Fall is here in the northern hemisphere and we are enjoying to the fullest. Having the forest literally fusing with our garden brings us all so much joy and is truly the best way to merge back into the Scandinavian way of living after bring so far away for so long.

Since little A is continuously unschooled, the daily schedule is planned in dialogue. And so, often the morning will be full of diving into interests, which right now consists mostly of animals, bugs and lots of chess practice and theory. And after that hours of play somewhere outside.

What a life!

Things have been extraordinarily quiet on my side these past months with good reason.

The last time I updated my Instagram we were again living in Peru, and I was continuously really sick with a stomach infection. What I didn’t tell anyone though, is that a little soul is also joining us again.

Things got more complicated for me in Peru, and unable to support myself as a midwife, we very suddenly decided to go back to Europe when complications arose.
We are not in Denmark, and things are finally slowing down and looking up- and I am finally feeling more like myself and healthy again.
Just in time to enjoy the last half of this pregnancy with this unknown little being that will join us sometime in the first months of the new year.

Things have been quite stressful since returning as so much had to be figured out- with me and baby, and new things kept popping up.
But I am feeling much more supported and healthy since coming back to the northern hemisphere and am really looking forward to the dark and cold gloomy months of Scandinavia.

We have moved right next to the forests and lakes and I am excited to be able to reconnect to this part of nature and ground myself and baby as we venture further into the unknown darkness- both outside and within our joined internal journey 🙏🏽❤️🐍

I had always thought that should I get pregnant again, I would ground myself in the unknowingness and would opt out of any checks- but as I learned deeply within my first pregnancy, plans are not only up to you, and the baby will have its own journey they need to move through within you. And so, although I have not had any pregnancy checkups yet, I have been thoroughly brought into the medical system as was needed for us both and our continuous care.
Many realisations are showing themselves again, even lessons that need to be relearned, but I think I’ll dive deeper into that another time.
For now I wanted only to share the amazing news that I will again get to call myself someone’s mama. 🙏🏽

I have been so ill since arriving in Peru. It feels like every time I come here, the first month is spent in bed, and this time proved no different.

But, Last week was Inti Raymi.
The Andean new year.
And This year marks such an important passage as promised in the pachacuteq profecy spanning back so many hundreds of years.
Normally there will be huge festivities marking the transition of another year, but because of everything that’s happened the past year, I had the pleasure of spending the day in private ceremony with my teacher and elder from the apaza lineage, and some of his family.

This is why I came back to Peru. This right here.
I cannot explain the reverence I have for him and his family, and how honoured I feel that I have been chosen to carry on these sacred traditions.

I’m extremely happy and honoured that I got to spend this incredible day, in such a defining time of the earth, in this company.

Urpichallay sonqoy 🙏🏽

Anyone that knows me, knows that it’s impossible for me to travel anywhere without finding and picking up animals in need. Since I was a young child, I will always find birds, cats, dogs, even horses in need of help and care.

So of course our first few weeks in Peru proves no different this time (last time we were here we also picked up another street dog). This time, these two young ones, about 5-6 weeks were left at the junkyard. I heard them and took them home, they’ve stayed with us a few weeks, gaining some weight and lots of love, and yesterday they went to their new permanent home together 🙏🏽