No matter how ugly man may make the world seem, i pray that the pictures of us in her divine beauty always help you remember how perfect she is. How every thing has a place. Everything has a purpose. Even you little cub. Among the rivers edge, above the waterfall, within the trees, across the layers of bedrock. I pray you find me within all of these things when I am long gone. I pray you always find your way back to the beauty of Mother Earth. For we return to her when our time has come to an end in the physical plane.
May you always remember.

One full moon cycle of learning you, loving you, challenging myself to be the best version of myself I can be, learning myself, loving myself. Looking to your father for guidance. Learning him, loving him.
Every day has granted me access to a hidden realm. A realm that our family has created and shares the keys to.
You have unlocked a part of my being that opens me wholesomely, and for that I am grateful.
I couldn’t have done this without you. I never knew my missing pieces were to be tied together by the weaving web of our life’s creation. To think you’re such a powerful being already, so early on. I think back to the moments you were in my womb. As soon as I felt your energetic pulsation beating through me I knew. I knew you carried a magic so profound within your DNA. I knew you were here for a reason and that reason was love.
It was written in your birth right, and read aloud to me. The creator did wonders when he made you. Perfecting every last bit of you.

Your breath brings me back to center,  the gravitational pull I feel toward you opening my heart.
This is love with no borders, unconditional, conscious, whole.
The sacred essence of mother hood has transformed my senses.

Feeling my psychic abilities advancing. Clairsentience.

Communicating with a human who has no words but has emotion. I feel you. I feel the deep messages you send to my heart. Its as though we’re still attached by the placental cord that nourished you in my sacred womb.
Some days I long for you to be inside my womb, safe and protected from the outside world. Yet I know you came earth side in your own divine timing. Everything happens for a reason.
The seasons are changing, we are living in the in between once more.

Fires have devastated forests among the PNW but I feel this is a deep transition. Anchoring in the codes of the divine dance of balance.
I kiss your head and call to the creator to protect you. We pray together for mother earth to be nourished by the restorative waters.
I have removed fear from our consciousness. Nothing to be afraid of for we have no enemies in this life. We have exposed the truth of the ways of deception. They are now entangled in the web of creation. Merging timeliness and shifting poles.

We are home. In the eternal light of the great spirit, source consciousness.
Your tiny hands caress me, I am the first form of safety you have learned. From the waters we created that surrounded you and kept your body in light. To the arms that hold you when you are uncomfortable.
I hear you my sun
I’m listening

You communicate so well little star seed
I wonder so much about you
What you have come here to do, your mission, your individual role for the collective
I keep my mind open knowing I am not here to control you but to be a guiding light and protector of your journey
You smile in your sleep and tell me that you are my protector
Together we are strength embodied
Working in unison
Navigating through this life as co creators
I thank you for giving me this role
My first born
The one who has given me another reason to live and to love
The one who has kept my spirit connected to the sacred, the most high, the creator
Thank you
I am honored to walk this path by your side and to hold you in reverence
For you hold the keys of dimensions I have yet to learn

Uncharted territory. The space I come back to knowing that the oblivion of endless possibilities is anchoring me deeper into presence. The road is not mapped, the pathway has not been tread down to the soil. I put on my boots and grab my machete to clear unwanted branches, bushes and fears from this relentless journey. Giving up would be easy, yet the journey of finding my way through gives me a harboring excitement. I was born to live in these in between moments. The shifting of seasons and challenging times. The warrior spirit within me knows that on the other side of uncertainty is a plethora of possibilities. Unspoken outcomes. Infinite resources, potential, and a great perhaps.

Who am I to let fear take over when I have the most high guiding me? Who am I to question the journey that is unraveling for me unbeknownst? I can choose to be a trickle of rain or the ocean, so why am I limiting the depths I am able to obtain? No more. No longer will I walk toward the path that others have trodden. I will stand firmly in the directions to which my compass points North because my ancestors watch over me. Dismissing all that does not serve me, watching over me, protecting me. I trust myself to listen, to be an observer. Like a cougar in the woods I am aware of all my surroundings. I walk quietly, I serve my purpose, I go for what I want without questioning my ability to obtain it. I don’t need others to follow along, I need others who will choose to follow their mission to serve the greater good of all. Doing their part. Listening to their instincts, their internal guidance, their wisdom. That is my pack. We are hungry for life lessons, opportunities and eternal happiness. We are independent yet come together and know our power.

Im journeying through the unknown so I may gather all that is meant for me. So I may be of greater service to others who are impacted by my gifts. So I may provide a foundation for the generations that walk this land after me. I choose to be sovereign so they too can feel the warrior spirit within. I’m leaving my trail as a reminder to walk your own path but know where you come from. I’m leaving breadcrumbs so my children may learn my truth and make their own decisions. I’m clearing the way through the darkness so my babies know they are not alone on this tumultuous journey. We have only just begun to unravel the mystery of it all.

Where do I draw the line when the tide keeps washing over the sand template the Earth has laid. How do I swim with the current when the undertow is rushing against my body. When do I learn to breathe in a world where they’re cutting off our source of oxygen.

I’m drowning and can feel my lungs filling with a new kind of life. The kind where I see my death as a reminder of the sacred and I humbly meld back within the earth. Her crashing waves hit shorelines and shape rock walls, accenting the cracks of a heart that wants to learn to listen.

I’ve stepped into a new phase of my being. More vulnerable, raw, unrelenting. Feelings I’ve harbored for some time making their way to the surface to be seen. Who is this womban? How have I transformed. Who have I become? The seemingly idle parts of my life now interwoven with primal instincts and thought forms that show me my ego had been dismissed for some time. Becoming a mother made me selfless. A part of me laying down on molten lava beds to become one with the Earth. Layers upon layers of growth by simply being. This is the work. This is whom I’ve come here to be.

I took a step back from needing to be someone in this world. Looking in the mirror I see a womban, honoring her role as a mother. I birthed a being into this realm. There is no where else I am to be but here. Present. In the now. The mind plays tricks. Making one feel inadequate or boisterous in an attempt to find identity once more. After years of searching for myself, making home within my temple, everything shifted. It brought me to a deeper understand and presence within this vessel. As I become one with the physical anomaly that is a body, I also began shifting internally. No longer knowing what my identity was. The complexity of hormones and emotions running through my veins sent me on another journey of finding my truth. Lost within the chaos of hopes and dreams that would now be placed on the back burner. I lost touch with who I became only to truly become one with who I was unbecoming.

There’s no way to prepare yourself for the immense shifts that take place within the human body when going through pregnancy. The physicality of carrying a child into the earthen realm is a pure transformation of the cells that encode our genetic makeup. It’s imprinted with the constructs of our DNA so we may be wired with the wisdom of the womben whom birthed before us.

Crystalline water melting under temperatures of sunlit rocks, cascading down the mountain ridges. Crevasses deep enough to remind you of the internal void of the infinite. The void of creation. The unknown. Yet somehow the water always finds its smoothest course, drifting down rock faces carved by millions of years of shifting. Levels rising and falling with the continuous plummet of melting into the waxing of a winter moon. We have no control over the waters course. All we can do is watch. Just as the trees stood next to this bouldering creek over thousands of transformative winters.

Theres always this moment in between the changing of the seasons, where the air sweeps a bit more swiftly bringing chills through the bones, where the leaves have fallen to the Earth and all that resides are the strong conifers of the lively forest. I live in the in between. A spring afternoon and a fall crisp morning. Twilight and predawn. Turquoise and purple. Dreams and reality. The in between is a refuge we all know to be true, that what happens in the in between is not permanent but ever changing. Theres something about the way change makes the Earth come alive. When the in between is dancing before our eyes.

Indigenous Mourning Day. Today I choose to keep on my path of remembrance. Of those who fell before us. And those who continue to fall in this society under the declaration of independence. This week signifies the historical impact of European colonization & settlement. This week signifies the separatism within our sovereign state. This week signifies the fall of our native indigenous peoples.

But I choose to not shame you for living in tradition of your forefathers, I just choose to respect and honor mine.

Honor the strong warriors who rode across plains and mountains to preserve the tradition of the sacred.

Honor the women and children who were caught in the cross fire of greed and destruction, fear and anger.

I choose to walk a path of remembrance on this day to show that the spirit of indigenous lives strong within the children who have survived.

That we are paving the way for ancestral healing and decolonizing our own lives.

You sit and give thanks to your God under a roof with heat and an abundant meal tonight, I ask that you return some to the land. Return the food that feeds you back to the soil. And give thanks that you are not living in suffering. The reality that a lot of Native Americans still face today.

Today we are still in a war for freedom. We got sex trafficking, violent crimes on people of color, vaccination mandates, oil and crude spilling into the environment, cancer rates sky rocketing and our food & water has been contaminated. The war is over you. And your freedom just as much as it is over the enslavement of indigenous races.

I dont ask that you split away from your traditions but I do ask that you acknowledge the truth behind your meal tonight. That you send forgiveness to those that do wrong and those who have been wronged. I ask that you educate yourself on the matter of the colonization of America. And I ask that you remember those who stood before you.

Not in fear or indifference but as a people, as a spirit, as a child of creator.

I ask that we honor our privilege in new ways by sharing and giving back to our communities.

I ask that we teach our children the truth. #indigenous #noDAPL

To all my fellow women who have kept their beauty hidden in dormant volcanoes, lost at sea, or deep in a hibernating cave for winter. To all my women who are tired of conforming to the shackles of doubt, the razor blades of insecurity and the corset of untold words squeezing through the seams. My women you are the marvel of this world. The intermittent beat of Earths rotation around the sun. Your shapes and colors creating geometric marvels waiting for you to shapeshift into wholeness, connection, being. To all my women who choked on the words of unworthy and cried at the reflection in the mirror. To all my women who shame another because the fight with the self is a battle you’ve known your whole life. My women you are made of sand and fire. Water and dust. Electricity and patience. We’ve waited generations to walk in freedom, to love ourselves holy. The moon positions to amplify our cosmic existence, penetrating us in the light of a dark night of the soul. Germinating seeds under the soil, we are the wisdom keepers and the birthers. Creating roots of growth with every observation and simple statement of no. To all my women craving the freedom to exist in totality of your worth. Your time has come.

Kiss me under falling waters, under palm tree skies. Kiss me in the rain, kiss me on a new moon night. Your arms give me the same feeling of a warm summers day, when dragonflies swirl in the sky and fruit trees ripen with delight. Tenderly holding onto the creation of the divine feminine, letting her be whole in the mana of Earthen affection.

Taking my time or is time taking me, the fragmented visions I choose to see keep leading me back to spaces that hold sacred sanctuary. Choosing to be lost in the direction of the heart leads my feet in the directions of the wind. No more false conditioning or intrusive behavior, the leaves are falling back, introspection our teacher. Feelings of oneness, feelings of being. The waves are turning the rocks we tied to the feet of our souls purpose. Tumbling, amidst sand coral, rocks and bones. The water shows us our one true home. Return to the breath of the Earth, with each step you roam. Our waters are sacred, a living being of it’s own. Mni Wiconi for my ancestors of the soul, water is life for those who have yet to know. Our life is sacred, our breath a gift too. Speak with intention, let the heart carry you, to the unknown spaces you have yet to return to. Your soul is only fragmented so you can find what carries you.