Category Archives: Personal

Accountant Needed!

Now that my PhD is submitted, I am in the process of registering Breech Birth Network as a Community Interest Company. This business structure will enable 1) the accounts to be separate from mine; 2) all of the profits to be channelled back into the breech training, research and advocacy work we do; and 3) accountability, as the annual financial report is publicly available.

I really need an accountant who is either experienced with all of the following or able and keen to become experienced:

  1. Filing individual UK tax returns
  2. Filing individual USA tax returns (I am required to do this)
  3. Filing Community Interest Company Tax returns in the UK
  4. Understanding the company’s obligations when earning revenue by providing training outside of the UK and helping us to meet them

Prayer hands – breech births make more sense to me than tax returns!

I need this to be one person; continuity of relationship is important to me. I would like to work with a person who feels great supporting what we are doing with Breech Birth Network. Maybe you/they feel passionately about the physiological breech cause for your/their own personal reasons, or have a general commitment to the advancement of human rights in childbirth and respectful maternity care.

Obviously, I am expecting to compensate such a person appropriately.

Do you know someone? Are you possibly this someone? PM if you are using the form below. Please help me find my tax angel so I can spend more time recording voiceover for training videos!

Love,

Shawn

celebrating becoming a mother

Today is my first son’s birthday. I’ve decorated the cake, packed the basketball tournament lunch, gathered the little presents. Ely’s birth set me on a path, and the love I have felt from the moment he was born knows no other. So I’m celebrating by posting a poem I wrote about giving birth. This birth was Waldo’s, my second son.  Birth is life.

early ely

early days with Ely

Morning Story
for Waldo Myles Capability

we are what gets written –
we are what blooms

you move and I echo

the story written in my body
to tell over again with twists and groans –
the story written in your body to seek out –
memory, the river which threatens and feeds

you move and I echo

my body uncurling from the pain of release –
your body uncurling from the pressure of flight

you move and I echo

mom and me

my mom & me

we who risk failure
and lunge into our song

you move and I echo
my own primary call

The story of you emerges
wearing its caul
of tea and toast
and breast and boast
in the ecstasy of our achievement.

Each time the shell of me breaks
I am larger and louder –
more full of wind
and song and thanks –

for the day you were born.