There’s this feeling I remember from before having a child. A feeling of flying toward the life I always dreamt of. Eating fruit that runs trails of juice down my skin, sun bathing for hours, exploring a place on my own.
It was a sense of euphoria & nostalgia all laced into a perfect quilt. Holding my wild heart in a comforting caress.
I would dream of what it would be like to have children, to have a perfect home, to be a child again.
To laugh until my stomach ached. To play outside until dark. To be snuggled up with my mama.
I noticed the way certain experiences felt to my being. I began recognizing the different ways I reach that state of bliss. What nourishes my soul. What brings me internal joy & expands out into the world I interact with.
It was until I was 18 that I began to pursue what truly made me feel that sense of joy & connection. I’d never really experienced having “passion” for something. I’d enjoyed years of softball throughout elementary to high-school. I knew I enjoyed being on a team and being skilled at something that showed me the capability of my body.
But what was it to do something for my own sense of connection and passion for life?

Wandering the open roads, exploring different parts of the world, eating delicious & intricate meals in beautiful locations. Smoking the finest of medicinal flowers. Staring at the water for hours. Dancing like no one is watching.

Passion has pulsated through the meridians of my being. I’ve experienced some of the most astonishing natural acts of nature. To be a part of the vast web of life is to be a part of the cycles of nature. We come to connect with the essence that pulsates with life around us. Our beings merging with the cells that make up the matter surrounding us. Laying on a bed of moss under a canopy of trees holds such a deep remembrance for my being. Through breath & communication with the land I am upon, I begin to merge with her rhythm of life. I see myself in the primal world. It becomes so clear how connected we are to this sacred experience of being a human. There is a deep symbiotic relationship between the plant life. I often can feel my own presence emerge into an area of the forest and notice the subtle shifts of the plant and animal life. Taking notice of the way the birds are communicating to one another. The peckering of a wood pecker in the canopy. A Fern unraveling. A nettle reaching for the angle of the sun.
To be in conscious relation with our Mother & Father opens our awareness to the true essence of the sacredness of our lives.
It’s often the moments of silence and stillness that speak the loudest. We live in a world of so many unique arrays of environments and people. Ultimately walking through life consciously or unconsciously. What is it to make the decision to live every moment for the unbridled pleasure & fulfillment of ecstacy?
Of complete union with all that we are and aim to live up to in God’s image.
I’m reminded with each adventure and destination that the ultimate fulfillment is enjoying my life while I’m living it.
Making soul imprinting memories so if I come back here in another life maybe just maybe I’ll be able to traverse through the lessons a bit quicker. The lessons that lead me home. Back to source. Back to origin.

We humans try to complicate things. Straying in so many directions. None of them right or wrong. It all leads home.
Though I see this recognition of our ability to tap into the wisdom of our inherent knowing that we are worthy of a life of bliss. It’s up to us to overcome the complex notions that divert us away from the truth of creator. To remove distraction & interference from the human body, opens up the energy field to a subtle and powerful force of creation.
Our ability to connect to the elements, our surrounding environment and our natural instinct is truly fascinating.
I could spend hours upon hours getting unraveled by the hymn of the river and the thoughts that present themselves in my sphere.
I often think about what my life used to look like when I could spontaneously adventure and not look back until I wanted to. There was no sense of grounding. Maybe hints of running toward freedom and feeling powerful in my essence and soul mission.

I’ve learned a lot from my years stepping into the threshold of adulthood. How I aim to walk in service to the Creator. I’ve been presented with many opportunities to be of service and to show where my heart lies in the face of adversity. This walk has taken courage to cross over the milestones and trajectories that come with making sacrifice and choices. Each moment becomes a walking prayer to the sacred when living in accordance to what the Great Spirit presents amidst our daily walk. I’ve spent days reflecting on this life, gone to depths that human words cannot begin to comprehend, and made some decisions that affected the entire trajectory of my arrow.
I acknowledge the exponential growth and continuation of learning on this journey. It brings me great honor to be open and curious for the opportunity to experience this life.
If I wasn’t shown loss, death, greif, and pain I wouldn’t be who I am today. It’s taken a great deal of sifting through the wreckage of trauma to transform what was once lost into something greater than i can even dream up. I’ve been given so many opportunities to walk in faith. To have complete and udder transparency with the swirling experiences that most place into “coincidence”.
The super natural has been a mysterious realm to navigate and I’ve found I don’t want to place any definitive words upon what cannot be conclusive. For it is ever expansive. It is the space between the between. It is what has been written with great focus and clairvoyance. It is a masterpiece of mystery and creativity.

Tucked away in the rolling valley hills, fog slowly Drifting in as the winds from the North crystallize everything in its path. Winter is upon us. We nestle into our cozy home warmed by the wood that was handcut over summer days. Nourishing foods, deep restful slumber, cherishing all of the blessings that have come through our harvest season.
The last months have been a deep intentional pause in reveling at all that has been into our sphere. Taking account of all that has been, taking inventory of all that is, dreaming of all that will become.
The dance between autumn and winter always brings such deep introspection but I now walk the path of welcoming life into my womb again.
She’s been here with us through every blessing that the Creator has given our family.
From self care, solo hunting for my deer, holding ceremonial space for my sistars, hand crafting a drum, working with hide, deepening relation with all things in my sphere, harvesting an elk with my family, visions of the future.
I write these words in awe of the path that has been brought forward. Words once spoken and planted into the soil now germinating and spreading roots to become all that we could ever dream of and more.
Embracing and embodying our inherent worthiness. Our sacred birth rite to receive an abundance of beauty in this lifetime. The templates and codes of our family legacy have been woven into every construct of our beings. Coming together to fortify our commitment to this life with one another. I thank the Creator for the gift to be together as one. A family. All I could ever dream of has come true.
Wopila Tankasila
Aho Mitakuye Oyasin