When I was a little girl my grandmother would force us kids to have a freezing cold water rinse post hot bubble bath. Force is a strong word, let’s just say it was understood that there would be no way out of that cold rinse and there was really no use...
I am the daughter of immigrants. My mother an Okinawan half-breed, my father a Colombian mestizo. Though I come from jungle people I somehow ended up growing up in the dry dry desert of Arizona. We kids were raised by my mum & Mexican stepfather on a steady diet...
Before my little mama crossed over to the next world she told me “Don’t ever sell your sage bundles, they’re gifts” so when I gather this medicine I think of her and the things that cannot be bought or...
When I met this Earth Punani I knew I was invited inside so I walked in slowly gliding my hands along the way feeling the content of my bones more and more till I reached the center ready to sleep for days
Mother Water told me I have a seed inside my belly a memory of times when grandmother could drink from the pure river so when i meet you little stream my mouth begins to water and i remember that I am not a dreamer but a knower of times and this gives me hope for...
The Earth, my Mother. I come from your womb, the Mother of a Mother born knowing your breast. You see the Earth is my Mother, but I am Mother too. Not the Mother of a child born from this body and flesh, but a Mother soul. I feel this tenderness as I walk upon you....
