Wild Becoming is the home for all of my writing. It’s where I keep the pieces that don’t fit anywhere else — poetry, short stories, and longer projects that I’m still shaping. Some are fiction, some are truth, and most live somewhere in between.
I write about what it means to be human, to grow, to lose things, to find yourself again, and to stay curious through all of it. My work often circles around nature, memory, and identity, but mostly it’s just me trying to make sense of the world through words.
My name is Lauren. I live in Alberta, where I spend most of my time surrounded by forests, mountains, and the kind of weather that keeps you grounded in reality. I work as a birth and postpartum doula, and I’ve built a creative, self-employed life around the things that make me feel most alive — creating, caring, and connecting.
In my early twenties, I lived on Vancouver Island for four years. I was pursuing a very structured, male-dominated career, and my soul felt constantly at war. I eventually suffered a head injury that completely changed the trajectory of my life. After that, I had no patience left for living a version of myself that didn’t feel true. My time by the rainy, gloomy coast became an unplanned exile that forced me to look deeper at who I was and what I wanted.
I found myself longing for the mountains — the place that has always helped me make sense of things. I’ve worked through so many problems by climbing peaks and watching the world stretch out below me. When I finally came home, it felt like the universe pushed me straight onto the path I was meant to be on.
The moment I learned about birth work, I quit my full-time job without hesitation. From that point on, there was no more resistance. Everything just aligned. I felt like me and this work were magnets, pulled together by something bigger than logic. Two years later, it’s only grown stronger — a snowball of purpose that’s left me feeling completely free. (if you're interested in my birth work services, click here)
Now I get to spend most of my days writing, creating, and tending to women in the most transformative stage of their lives. I’m always shaping my business into a more honest reflection of the love I pour into it. That’s the thing about working for yourself — you get to decide how impactful your work is. You get to decide what kind of difference you make. There’s no chain of command, no policies, no waiting for approval. It’s the most satisfying form of freedom I’ve ever tasted.
Writing feels similar to me. There’s an endless number of ways to tell the same story, and each way carries its own truth. I write poetry and short stories, often circling around themes of transformation, grief, and beauty. I’ve learned that art — in all its forms — can say the things words alone cannot. Through painting, poetry, and herbal medicine, I find ways to process and understand what’s hard to name. Art helps me translate the painful and the beautiful into something tangible, something that heals simply by existing.
I paint, make herbal remedies, and study herbal medicine. Writing is just one of my creative outlets, but it’s the one that keeps pulling me back. I’ve been working on developing it into something larger, and one day, I’d love to be an author... once I find the right story.