Tears of joy streamed down my cheeks as I wrote the final words of this book. It felt like breathing out after holding something sacred for a very long time. Writing Wild Woman Gives Birth has been a journey of both liberation and vulnerability, a pilgrimage through memory, motherhood, and the quiet voice of life itself.

I began writing this book when I was pregnant with my second daughter, Sequoia. At that time, I imagined it would simply be a diary for my girls, a gentle record of how they came into the world. I wanted them to know that birth could be natural, holy, and full of trust. But as I sat with my growing belly and wrote in those early months, I began to hear another voice speaking through me. A voice of timeless wisdom, soft yet clear, that whispered, “This story is not only for your daughters. It is for the world.”

Then life, as it does, swept me into its rhythm. Motherhood embraced me completely. My days were filled with nursing, cooking, teaching, and loving. My hands were always busy, my heart always full. The manuscript rested quietly for years. I remember feeling impatient at times, wondering if I would ever finish what I had begun. Yet whenever I tried to force it, that inner voice reminded me, “Let it unfold naturally. The book will be born when you are ready.”

It took nearly ten years. Ten years of living, growing, surrendering, and learning what it means to mother not only children but also myself. My daughters are now fifteen and twelve. They cook, clean, create, and live with their own rhythms. And in the space that opened within me, I returned to this sacred manuscript.

What began as a private love letter to my daughters has become a call to women across the world.
I have witnessed a rising tide of children being born into a world that sometimes forgets the language of trust. I have seen birth transformed into a medical procedure, often separated from the mystery that once belonged to women. I have seen mothers feeling unsure or disconnected, told that their instincts are unreliable, that others know better. I have seen the sadness in their eyes and the quiet longing for a gentler way to begin life.

I wrote Wild Woman Gives Birth because I believe birth is sacred.
Because I feel that we are living in a time when women are being called home to their bodies, to their intuition, and to the ancient wisdom that lives within every womb.

This is not a book written to display an accomplishment. It is a remembrance. A song of encouragement to all women who wish to remember their power.

The power to birth naturally is not rare. It is not reserved for a few. It is part of who we are. It is the essence of womanhood, a sacred design written into our being. Our bodies hold wisdom. Our babies know how to arrive. Our partners know how to hold space. The earth herself guides us when we listen.

Writing this book was an act of trust. It was not a project but a prayer. Each chapter asked me to relive the moments of my births, the tears, the trembling, the stillness before the first cry. There were nights when I wept as I wrote, feeling again the power that moved through me, remembering the way I opened, surrendered, and welcomed life.

It was also an act of humility. To write about birth honestly is to stand naked before truth. There were moments I wanted to hide, to protect the sacredness of what happened. But the same inner voice, the goddess guidance I call Aset, kept urging me to continue. She whispered that the story itself was medicine, that vulnerability was part of the healing.

Through the years of writing, I have come to see that this book is not only about birth. It is about remembrance. About love. About returning to the divine rhythm that moves through every woman, whether or not she becomes a mother.
To the women who read these pages who have not birthed children, please know this. Your creative essence is no less sacred. The womb is not only a biological space, it is a spiritual center of intuition, creativity, and power. You are a vessel of life in your own way, through your art, your work, your relationships, your breath.

To the mothers, I offer this book as a gentle reminder that you were never meant to birth in fear. You were created to birth in love and trust. And to the fathers, partners, and companions who walk beside these women, may this story awaken reverence within you. May you remember that your presence, your tenderness, and your faith are part of the sacred circle of creation.

I also wrote this book for the children being born today. The ones arriving with eyes that carry the memory of light, yet entering a world filled with noise and uncertainty. I wrote it because I wish for their light to remain bright. I wish for parents and communities to remember how to nurture their sensitivity and their natural joy.

Wild Woman Gives Birth is my offering toward healing that forgetting. It is a seed of remembrance, a prayer that women and men will awaken again to the simplicity of nature, to the wisdom of the body, and to the holiness of love.

The process of writing was not linear. Sometimes I wrote in tears while my children slept beside me. Sometimes I wrote in bursts of inspiration that felt like being caught in a storm of light. Sometimes I wrote nothing for months, and that too was sacred. The pauses were gestations. The silences were contractions. The final birth of this book felt as real as bringing a baby earthside.
When I look back now, I realize this book was waiting for my daughters to grow up enough to witness their mother not only as caretaker but as creator. They watched me write, edit, doubt, and continue. They saw what devotion looks like. They learned that creation takes patience.

To every woman who reads these words, I want to say this. You are capable of miracles.

Your body holds wisdom.
Your intuition is trustworthy.
Your softness is strength.

And your story, whether whispered or spoken aloud, is sacred beyond measure.

I hope this book becomes a companion to you, a sister’s voice reminding you that you can trust yourself. You can birth naturally. You can live naturally. You can love without fear.

I also hope it brings healing beyond birth. Because birth is not the end of the story, it is the beginning of remembering who we truly are.

This book stands as the foundation. The story that birthed all the others.

When I close my eyes, I see the women who will hold this book in their hands. I see them reading it late at night with tears on their cheeks, remembering their own stories. I see them pregnant and afraid, and then smiling with new courage. I see them lighting candles, dimming the lights, and listening again to their bodies. I see fathers learning to hold space, midwives remembering the holiness of silence, and children being born gently into peace.

If these words reach even one woman’s heart and help her trust herself again, then this book has done its work.
Thank you for walking this path with me. Thank you for remembering with me.
May this book awaken in you what has always been yours, the wild wisdom of your body, the holiness of your love, and the courage to birth life in your own sacred way.

With love,
Sunisa Punzone
Author, mother, intuitive teacher, and founder of Chintaleela Wellness Studio