Monday, December 31, 2012

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year! 
May it be showered with love and plenitude 
and may the muddy waters be the generous ground 
for your flourishing ideas.

Monday, December 24, 2012

Merry Xmas! I Love You!

Wish you Love and Joy on the Nativity day, babies, mamas, papas, and amazing people. May every birth be special as this one we are celebrating.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Na morskome plavom zalu - Lullaby Cover

I like to sing this song to Koko. It's been in my memory since my childhood. I especially recall the version I've seen in the movie "Sjecas li se, Dolly Bell?" directed by Emir Kusturica in 1981. Originally it is not at all a lullaby, but since it's dear to my heart, it love to sing it to my daughter.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Kisa pada, trava raste - Folk Song

Every time it rains, I sing this Croatian lullaby to Koko.

Rain is a powerful reminder of our fertile nature, and in Balkan tradition it has been worshiped by powerful rituals - as Marina Abramovic so nicely reminded us in her video Balkan Erotic Epic. It was raining when Koko was born and I feel a special connection with the rain. It makes me feel at home everywhere I am.

Friday, December 14, 2012

The Best Gift for the Nativity

Best gift for the Nativity: the book about SINGING BIRTH!

With 20% discount and delivered at your house.

Santa's little helpers :)

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Free Choice In Birth - Event In Rome



25 novembre 2012, ore 10.30 - 16.00
l’Aula Convegni della Città dell’Altra Economia
Largo Dino Frisullo – Roma

Libere di scegliere nel parto
La violenza sulle donne
può avvenire anche al momento del parto

Organizzata da

Proiezione di “Freedom for Birth”
(T. Harman, A. Wakeford, UK 2012, 60’ - sottotitoli  in italiano)
Introduzione di Alessandra Battisti e Virginia Giocoli (avvocate):
  • Presentazione del gruppo “Freedom for Birth Rome Action Group”
  • Panoramica sulle normative e sugli aspetti legali connessi alla libertà di scelta nel parto
A seguire, dibattito con il pubblico

Ore 12.30
Le routines violente del parto
Proiezione di filmati sul tema, tratti da
Introduzione di Manuela Campitelli (giornalista), Angela Giusti (ostetrica ricercatrice), Mirta Mattina (psicologa e psicoterapeuta):

  • I media e la rappresentazione della routine nel parto
  • Effetti psicologici dell’assenza di libertà di scelta
A seguire, dibattito con il pubblico

Ore 15.00
Proiezione di “Nascita … non disturbare”
(I. Arena, F. Pecorelli, ITA 2011, 30’)
Introduzione di Ivana Arena e Gabriella Pacini (ostetriche)
A seguire, dibattito con il pubblico e chiusura giornata

e' un movimento attivista che promuove la libertà di scelta e il rispetto dei diritti umani delle donne nel parto

Scegli il tuo parto:

naturale o medicalizzato che sia,

hai il diritto di fare una scelta consapevole


  • Il diritto di ogni donna e di ogni coppia di scegliere come e dove partorire
  • Il diritto di ricevere informazioni chiare e corrette sugli interventi medici nel parto
  • Il diritto di esprimere il proprio consenso informato ad ogni trattamento medico proposto prima e durante il parto
  • Il riconoscimento delle naturali competenze della donna a far nascere il proprio figlio e l’emancipazione dalla cultura della paura che imbavaglia la scelta nel parto
  • Luoghi ospedalieri e personale medico dedicati al parto rispettosi dei bisogni e delle scelte della donna o della coppia
  • La riduzione degli interventi medici nel parto, limitati ai soli casi di reali esigenze cliniche, acconsentiti dalla donna o da questa richiesti
  • Il rimborso integrale e l'assistenza post-natale per le donne che scelgono di partorire a domicilio
  • La valorizzazione del ruolo dell’ostetrica, figura di accompagnamento durante la gravidanza, nel parto e nel post-partum
  • L’apertura di case di maternità
  • L’umanizzazione della gravidanza, affrancata da interventi medici superflui, e il sostegno dell’allattamento nei luoghi ospedalieri del parto
HAI AVUTO IL PARTO CHE VOLEVI?Raccontaci il tuo parto nella video-box, che sarà a tua disposizione durante tutta la giornata, insieme ad alcune attiviste di Freedom for Birth – Rome Action Group, per raccogliere la tua testimonianza video.

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Friday, November 9, 2012

Welcome To This World, My Child

When a child is born, in Sulawesi they wish him luck and a marvelous life with a colossal statue. I particularly like this one, that is made in recent times.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Sheela-na-gig In My Garden!

(c) Elena Skoko, Sheela-na-gig of Sulawesi
I am a happy owner of this amazing statue from Sulawesi, cc 70 years old. I'm not sure how they call it in her homeland, but in Ireland and UK, she's been called Sheela-na-gig. Feeling humbled and inspired and more...

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Venus von Willendorf Is a Woman

Photo by User:MatthiasKabel from Wikipedia
This is the photo of the famous statue of the Venus of Willendorf (Upper Paleolithic, Venus von Willendorf, estimated to have been carved 24,000–22,000 BCE) that I cherish the most.

It shows that the top represents a curly hair-do, and that IT HAS A FACE (or the assigned place for it). This means that the statue is not a simple faceless representation of the "fertility" - it is a WOMAN.

Most of the time you will find photos of the same statue that show only the "beehive bun". The photo would probably go along with the caption that describes it as being "faceless" in the intentional or unintentional effort to diminish the status women had in prehistoric times.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Birth is holy. Sex is mighty. Fertility is a gift.

(The Aztec goddess Tlazolteotl, National Geographic - Is it pain or joy?)
The Mediterranean Old World Religions, all save the Hebraic, agreed in regarding the processes of the propagation of life as divine, at least as something not alien and abhorrent to the godhead. But the early Christian propagandists, working here on Hebraic lines, intensified the isolation of God from the simple phenomena of birth, thereby engendering at times an anti-sexual bias, and preparing a discord between any possible biological view and the current religion’s dogma, and modern ethical thought has not been wholly a gainer thereby.” L. R. Farnell, 1896 (quoted in Merlin Stone, When God Was a Woman, Harvest, 1978)
There was a time when birth was a sacred event. Sexuality was a holy act. Fertility was worshiped.

I have no religious training and I still don't know whom to believe. But I do feel poetry deeply and I perceive beauty in an overwhelming manner. My need for true faith in a spiritual being watching over me grew exponentially with the traffic in Kuta-Denpasar. I received the gift of faith by watching over my toddler.

When I reached the age of engaged sexuality, I realized there was something mysterious going on sometimes. I could feel specially connected with someone and that someone would help me reach states that I could not describe except by using poetry. For some time, I would think there was something special in that particular person, but then I realized it was me, as well as him. It was some indescribable synchronicity of individuals in a special time and space that would bring us somewhere “out”. I was feeling connected to the Universe through sex. Each one of those particularly sensual partners was the vessel that would bring me to the other side. Some were aware of the role they played, and they pretty much enjoy it, some didn’t have a clue. Some became my boyfriends for a while, some not. Following those occasional sessions of great connectedness, I felt full of divine inspiration, words of love would flood my heart and my mind would speak in verses. It felt mystical and holy.

Yet, something was missing. I knew I wasn’t getting it all. I felt like I was not able to reach the point where the time and the space disappeared and every appearance of reality exploded into multicolored fragments. There was a dimension that I could see beyond; I could feel its presence without being able to enter. It was only when I fully accepted my own fertility that I could abandon myself into that immensely pleasurable feeling reached by the sexual union with a very special person. I was ready to give up all my fears and barriers, I was ready to say what Saint Therese, Maria Maddalena de’ Pazzi, Madame Guyon said deep into their mystical (asexual) ecstasies: volo, I want. It is the ultimate Yes. It is the loss of oneself in the heart of the wholeness. It is the path to the cosmic orgasm. This path is most commonly undergone through sex, but also through meditation and extreme abnegation – the hard way (as Michel Odent said). Eventually, I became pregnant.

I know that it is possible to reach the cosmic orgasm without getting pregnant and also to get pregnant without any orgasm at all. But the ancients didn’t really distinguish the biological laws and, though I suppose they knew where and why the babies came from, that wasn’t so important as the fact that while having sex, they were contributing to the love of the Universe, and the Universe was willing to grace them with a new life. This new life was worshiped as divine, beautiful, sacred, mysterious, a gift. The gate through which it entered the earthly world was honored, before and after. It was the gate to the Universe and the celestial path to the Earth. Maiden, Mother and Crone were all incarnations of the one ever changing and ever the same sacred gate.

Motherhood was ruling over the society. Women and men were free to use their bodies and their lives as it pleased them. Actually, they were invited to use it in honor of the Great Mother of all, who was most delighted by pleasurable offerings. All children were welcome, no matter who participated to the joy of the creation. It means, every single life was a bliss. Every single mother was a goddess. This state of things lasted supposedly (and archeologically) some 25.000 years.

It is only by the introduction, and (slowly, very slowly and violently, very violently) gained predominance of the patriarchal society, that the mighty channel ceased to be honored as such. Not that it wasn’t used anymore, it just lost its mightiness, holiness, the worship. The worship dragged along the privileges: matrilineal descent and heredity, ruling power, spiritual and material predominance of women. The Goddess channel became only a sheath (vagina) for a mighty hammer of a vindictive God. A Mother who loves became subjugated by a Father who inspires fear. Pleasure became punishment. Thus, the sad consequences accumulated during two millenniums: mutilation of sexual organs, un-orgasmic sex, sterile procreation, traumatic birth, uncelebrated life, and let me add, just for the sake of a hypothetical random list - unattached parenting, joyless schooling, lonely consumption of occasionally perceived beauty, death as the ultimate liberation from a dull and unbearable life. Oh, I forgot endless wars for material and spiritual predominance that are not giving any sign of ending. It’s a torture costing us some 2.000 years of human time spent on Earth. We could have used it to sing and to dance, to squirm in delight and contribute to the love of the Universe while still doing our businesses and trades while travelling our ways towards the ultimate truth.

Honestly, what I meant to say is that maybe the fact that the feminine organs of procreation lost their holiness in time (for whatever reason) brought us to the point that birth is treated as a mechanical delivery of the genetic parcel to the appointed destination, and in order to do so the package can be unwrapped gently or it can be impatiently chopped. It’s time to give back to the Goddess what belongs to the Goddess in order to save our own mental, physical and spiritual health for the sake of our own species. Birth is holy. Sex is mighty. Fertility is a gift.

Few inspirational sources:
Merlin Stone, When God Was a Woman, Harvest, 1978.
Michel Odent, The Functions of the Orgasms: The Highways to Transcendence, Pinter & Martin Ltd, 2009.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Monday, August 6, 2012

Book presentation in Croatia

Elena Skoko predstavlja knjigu Memoirs of a Singing Birth u gradu
Pazin (Kaštel), Sedam dana stvaranja
Četvrtak, 16. kolovoza 2012., 20 sati

Elena Skoko je pjevačica, spisateljica i mama koja živi nomadskim životom između Balija i Rima. Zajedno sa svojim partnerom Robom Bluebirdom osnovala je blues bend Bluebird & Skoko s kojim nastupa diljem svijeta. Rodom iz Hrvatske, autorica je na osobnom životnom iskustvu zasnovala svoj umjetnički izričaj i put samospoznaje. Nakon iskustva ekstatičnog poroda, Elena se posvetila širenju vizije svijetlog i svjesnog poroda slaveći taj čin kao važnu inicijaciju u svijet majčinstva.

Romantična, inspirativna, informirana - knjiga Memoirs of a Singing Birth promijenit će vašu percepciju o porodu. Priča u kojoj se trudnoća i rađanje doživljavaju kao moćni životni obred. Svjedočenje koje opisuje kako se strah prevodi u pjesmu, a bol pretvara u muziku. Egzotično traganje za idealnim porodom koje će vas odvesti na otok Bali i uvesti u njegove tradicije. Putovanje koje vodi kroz zamršene mreže porođaja u zapadnoj kulturi do prijateljstva s primaljom i pjesnikinjom Ibu Robin Lim. Knjiga detaljno opisuje praksu “lotus birtha”, ne-rezanja pupčane vrpce. Intrigantna i iskrena, ova mala knjiga je ponajviše ljubavna priča jedne žene, njenog muškarca i njihove kćerke. Pisana jednostavnim jezikom i direktna, pročita se u jednu noć i potiče vas da sanjate.

Elena Skoko ispričati će svoju priču u okviru festivala Sedam dana stvaranja u Pazinu, 16. kolovoza u 20 sati na Kaštelu. Na kraju priče, Bluebird & Skoko će otpjevati pjesmu uz koju se rodila njihova kćerka.
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Thursday, July 19, 2012

The Mule Review

Memoirs of a Singing Birth, by Elena Skoko

This truly is a beautiful book for anyone with a passion for childbirth, and would make a particularly lovely gift for a pregnant woman. Elena Skoko writes with insight, wisdom and wit about her journey into motherhood, weaving into her birth story a wealth of information about birthing practices, the politics and history of childbirth, and the actual reality of her own birth experience.

Skoko - who forms a blues band, Bluebird and Skoko, with her partner - is an inspiring narrator. All women - not just pregnant ones - could benefit from borrowing a pinch of her courage and vulnerability, her thirst for knowledge and her open mind, her spirituality, her sexuality and her womanliness. In spite of being a modern Western woman, with all the fear and baggage around childbearing that this brings, Skoko chooses to reclaim birth for herself and make it's song her own.

(from Gentle Parenting, Birth and Motherhood: Three Short Book Reviews blog post by Milli Hill from The Mule.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Oxytocin [ok-si-toh-suhn]

A native English speaker once corrected my pronunciation of oxytocin, making me say "oxytoxin" [ok-si-tok-suhn] instead of [ok-si-toh-suhn]. I just checked, and the hormone of love does not have a "toxin" inside. what a relief... :)
From Wikipedia:
Oxytocin (Oxt) ( /ˌɒksɨˈtoʊsɪn/) is a mammalian hormone that acts primarily as a neuromodulator in the brain.
Oxytocin is best known for its roles in sexual reproduction, in particular during and after childbirth. It is released in large amounts after distension of the cervix and uterus during labor, facilitating birth, and after stimulation of the nipples, facilitating breastfeeding.
Recent studies have begun to investigate oxytocin's role in various behaviors, including orgasm, social recognition, pair bonding, anxiety, and maternal behaviors.[1] For this reason, it is sometimes referred to as the "love hormone." The inability to secrete oxytocin and feel empathy is linked to sociopathy, psychopathy, narcissism[citation needed] and general manipulativeness.[2]
The word oxytocin was derived from the Greek ὼκυτοκίνη, ōkytokínē, meaning “quick birth”, after its uterine-contracting properties were discovered by British pharmacologist Sir Henry Hallett Dale in 1906.[3] The milk ejection property of oxytocin was described by Ott and Scott in 1910[4] and by Schafer and Mackenzie in 1911.[5] The nine amino acid sequence of oxytocin was elucidated by Vincent du Vigneaud et al. and by Tuppy in 1953.[6] and synthesized biochemically soon after by du Vigneaud et al. in 1953.[7][8] Oxytocin was the very first polypeptide hormone to be sequenced and synthesized. Du Vigneaud states in his publication of 1954 "This synthesis thus constitutes the first synthesis of a polypeptide hormone".[9]

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Monkey Mama

In the Monkey Forest in Bali, I saw a mom-monkey with a little toddler-monkey. The toddler monkey was repeatedly trying to escape from his mom, and every time his mom would silently pull him back by his tail with the most calm and gentle touch. Her aplomb was remarkable. Then, I turned my head and another monkey mama was screaming shrilly at her baby who managed to escape. I felt so human and so primate walking hand in hand with my two-year-old daughter.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Rock'n'Roll Mama

"We played with the band several times while I was pregnant. I remembered Kim Gordon, the bass player of Sonic Youth, did a tour with the band while pregnant and performed on stage with the bass over her five months pregnant belly. It was reassuring. One week before giving birth, we had a gig close to where we lived. I was all geared up, with my belly under my nose. We rocked for two hours and I didn’t feel tired at all. I felt strong and powerful."
(from Memoirs of a Singing Birth) — with Bluebird & Skoko.

Monday, May 7, 2012

A "Telephone Wire"

"Within two days, the cord drained. It happened suddenly; it collapsed and turned brown in a few hours. Now, there was a less flexible “telephone wire” sticking out of the navel. It became more complicated taking care of the baby and her components. However, the feeling of fragility was only apparent. The navel and the cord were holding tightly to each other even though their relationship was obviously drying up."
(from Memoirs of a Singing Birth)

Saturday, April 28, 2012

It was a perfect place for waiting

"On the third floor, there was a room full of windows facing the village and beautiful rice fields. It was a perfect place for waiting. Nobody was bothering us, even though the house was busy. Robin offered us fresh lemonade. It was delicious. I drank my cup and Roberto’s. I had to go to the toilet very often. Climbing steep stairs was supposed be good for me, according to Robin." (from Memoirs of a Singing Birth) — at Nyuh Kuning, Bali.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

I was walking slowly...

"I was walking slowly leaning on Robin’s arm. Every few steps I would stop and bow. Robin would massage my back. It was soothing. I was laughing at my situation. I never imagined myself being in labor and taking a nice walk through a Balinese village. It was funny. I could not care less. I was breathing the air feeling free and happy."
from Memoirs of a Singing Birth

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Memoirs of a Singing Birth at Desa Seni (Bali)

Memoirs of a Singing Birth at Desa Seni (Bali) on April 19th, 7 pm. Come, we'll chat about birth storytelling, lotus birth, and how to overcome the fear of birth pain with singing.
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Not a Physician, Not a Priest

Nothing and no one can ever prove everything will be all right at childbirth - not a physician, not a priest. I made a considerable mental effort to accept that. I wished I was religious and had a god to pray to, maybe adding a beautifully arranged offering and some fragrant incense. I searched for files in my memory, and my choice landed on Mokos, goddess of the earth worshipped by the ancient Slavs. I felt she was still lending an ear to me. I simply asked her to please please please help me to accomplish my task happily.
(from Memoirs of a Singing Birth)

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Book Launching in Bali

Thank you, Ibu Robin, for being my physical and spiritual babica (which is a Croatian word for midwife, but meaning also “little grandma”). Thank you for being at my side to introduce my book to this lovely audience, as you were there at my side when my daughter was born.

Thank you, Asri, for giving me the opportunity to present my book at Biku Tea House. Recently some very illuminated researcher (Steven Johnson) brought up the historical importance of Tea Houses in 18th century England for the development of great ideas that shaped the future of our world. I am very happy and honored to present my book in a tea house, as it seems to be so propitious.

What seems to be the most important thing in human society is storytelling, spontaneous exchange of ideas, free flow of information and improvised connections that might occur unexpectedly in cozy environments. Back in the history, storytelling was essential for learning to live in human community. Maybe some of the information was passed on selectively, from father to son and from mother to daughter. But birth was not one of those things. Birth was part of the whole family, as it was part of life. Probably, women were more interested in the subject of birth, so they would go deeper into the discourse and they would participate in a greater number to the birth events in their family and their community. Since the early age, women were learning about the experience of birth by witnessing. They were prepared when the moment came. Every individual knew his or her own birth story that would become part of their life stories.

When I became pregnant, I discovered I knew nothing about birth, despite 18 years spent between school and university, and 36 years of life experience. I had a void. Yet, I remembered stories my mom used to tell me. The one I cherished the most was not the one of my own birth, which happened in the hospital and left my mother speechless, more or less. No, the image I had in mind came from the story my mother used to tell me about my grandmother giving birth in her bed with the help of her husband, my grandfather, who was holding her under the arms while she was kneeling and pushing. She gave birth in such way for three times with the help of her mother, my great grand-mother, who was a medicine woman in the village. The forth time, her mother could not assist her and a new midwife came instead. But this midwife was taught only the laying down position that made my grandma and my little aunt suffer more then necessary, so much that the baby nearly died. When the situation became critical, the helpless midwife said to my grandma: “Do as you always did!” So my grandma and my grandpa did the job they know how to do and my favorite aunt is today a successful physiotherapist for paraplegic children. She was born in 1956, the time where hospitalized birth was getting predominant and midwifery as liberal profession was getting illegal in my country, at that time Yugoslavia, now Croatia. The practice of midwifery in Croatia still has a fuzzy legal status, and homebirth is practically illegal (find more about birth choices in Croatia by visiting the parents' association RODA). It’s good to know that not everywhere in the world is the same.

I started reading books to fill the void of information I had about birth. I was so shocked by my lake of knowledge about the most important event in everybody’s life. How was that possible? Luckily there was internet and Youtube, a modern tea house or a technological fireplace where so many powerful women gather and share their stories. I watched The Business of Being Born, a documentary about homebirths in New York, and it was the first time in my life that I saw how the baby was really born. Before, I would stick to the movie cliché of a hysterical mother rushing to the hospital only to be saved by white uniforms and modern technology. In the documentary it was real life, sweet, messy, but also calm and spontaneously quiet. It was so deep that I couldn’t stop crying. It was emotional and poetical. A profound respect invaded my whole body and I realized how sacred birth was. I also wanted a sacred birth. I didn’t want a hospital birth anymore, that before I thought being the only way. I haven’t met anyone who didn’t give birth in the hospital, except my grandma. All this was new to me, but I felt it was the right way, the right attitude. It occurred to me that natural birth outside the hospital was going to be my choice.

I was lucky to be living in Bali for most of the time. Here I met Ibu Robin Lim, and I didn’t have to say anything, she already knew everything that I wanted. Later on, she landed my daughter gently in my arms. Robin was practicing lotus birth, the umbilical cord non severance, which I wanted for my girl. I was so happy I didn’t have to explain to the medical staff what lotus birth was, and what I wanted to do with our placenta. We didn’t cut Koko’s umbilical chord, and I prepared her placenta as a post-partum remedy that I took for quite some time after birth. It was a very earthly experience. But now, I couldn’t imagine a better way.

I gave birth at Bumi Sehat clinic. Koko had a natural birth in water and we sang to her. Since the first contractions, I started to sing in the attempt to trick my mind, to shape the pain and give it a sense. It came to me spontaneously. My mind was probably trying to grab some anchor in a vast fear of the unknown demon attacking my body. While my mind was busy singing, I realized the pain was coming in waves where the first part was a peak and the rest was a sliding ride. I sang a song my partner Bluebird and I wrote while I was pregnant, when we were both living in a pink cloud. It was sweet and it felt so appropriate. During contractions I realized the pain was short, not even one verse of the song. It was not that giant borderless monster that I thought it was. It would last less then a minute! And then, the more I sang, the more my mouth would open, the more my cervix would follow. I would open up. I realized how powerful this connection mouth-uterus was. I finally found the meaning of so many pictures and sculptures that represent fertility all over the world: a woman with her legs spread, her vagina clearly exposed, and her mouth wide open with the protruding tongue. Maybe there is an ancient method of birth that we forgot about but our molecules still keep the memory of it? This image is a very powerful reminder. When the big push time came, Robin invited Roberto and I to sing together to our baby who was coming out, and so we did. Robin and her assistant were also singing, a welcoming Hindu mantra. It was sacred and poetical and intense. It was the best rite of passage to motherhood that I could wish for. It was the best welcome to the world that I was able to give to my daughter. I carried her home with her placenta still attached, and after three days the umbilical cord fell off.

When I came down from my pink cloud, I opened my Facebook account and my friends wanted to hear the whole story of our exotic birth. My pregnancy in Bali, in Rome and in Croatia, the big belly travel experiences, the choices I made and why, the lotus birth and all that weird and unheard practices. So, I started to write everything down: my ignorance, my research, my female family history, my thoughts and emotions along the way and all up until the end - the birth on the island of the gods and placenta eating. I came out with a book. The Memoirs of a Singing Birth. I sent the book to my friends, who then sent it to their friends, and the book took flight. I was surprised and amazed by the reactions. So many women, but also men, friends, and friends of friends, wrote back to me telling me their own emotions about birth. It was very touching. I realized how important it is to ritualize this experience, to share it and to get it out in order to heal the wound. Many of those stories were unpleasant and painful because of the lack of gentleness and respect towards birth. But some women, like myself, felt they had to shout to the world the joy of a new self – a Mother.

Western society has a mechanical vision of childbearing, as well as childrearing, and this vision is harmful to women and their children. It’s not going to get better unless we realize that we, as human society, have a deeply rooted need to celebrate motherhood and bring birth back into light. It will not happen by itself, we have to speak up and share our experiences despite the feeling that others might not be interested in the details of our story. Maybe we have to go back to the tea houses, were great minds gave birth to the Illuminism and the idea that our body is a mechanical assembly of the laws of physics. I’m sure that there were very few women in those places at that time saying their word. But we are here now, and we can talk about it, and maybe bring the soul back into the body of our institutions.

I am very grateful to the island of Bali and its people who opened my eyes about my own body and my own spirituality that allowed me to reconsider maternity and motherhood.

I want to say a special thank you to Ganesha bookstore. Thank you, Anita, for believing in my book and supporting this event together with Asri, Ibu Robin and so many wonderful women who helped me create this event. I am so proud to be part of this female circle.

I also wish to thank my man Bluebird who is always by my side and who supported me in all the choices I made even when they seemed unusual. If you wish, papa Bluebird and I can sing Koko’s birth song for you…

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Book Presentation in Bali


Singer and artist Elena Skoko will be presenting her book Memoirs of a Singing Birth, where she shares her nomadic path through pregnancy and describes her poetic initiation to motherhood. It is a story of a personal quest for natural birth that goes from Croatia to Rome, from Rome to Bali, ending up in a rural village in the heart of the Island of the Gods, assisted by "guerrilla midwife" Ibu Robin Lim. You will find out how she succeeds to overcome the labor pains by using her voice. The book describes in detail the practice of lotus birth. Above all, the book is a magic love story about a woman, a man and their child.


The presentations will be followed by a special Biku AFternoon Tea. For reservations contact 0361 8570888
Note: Part of the proceeds from the sale of the book will be donated to Yayasan Bumi Sehat, a non-profit natural birth clinic in Nyuh Kuning.