The power and energy in the room is thick. Women surround a birthing woman with an energy that is overwhelming. There is the birthing woman in all her glory and strength; she is beautiful and strong. Her mother kneels next to her, stroking her back; I've never seen such confidence from a mother. Her doula talks gently, and she knows exactly what to say. The midwife has just arrived and is gently smiling. And there is me, I am watching in amazement and wonderment; tears come to my eyes. This is birth. This is how birth is suppose to be. There are no words in existence that can even come close to the beauty and wonderment I am witnessing at this moment. I am so blessed, nay, we are all blessed. This is birth, a pure birth.