In early October, a dear friend came to visit our tree sanctuary/retreat space. It was a beautiful crisp day with leaves making their shift to green veined yellows and rusty brown oak as they fell. The leaves of the wild
Mothers and Daughters, accepting and surrendering
For many years I have been feeling into the ways that western psychology has cultivated separation between mothers and daughters. I have often cringed inside when I hear people talk about the mother wound and the layers of internalized misogyny
Dreaming and surrendering
I’m a little bit afraid to write this. Some parts of my memoir are just tricky and very vulnerable to share. But I feel moved that sharing my process may help others and this is the pulse I always follow
Community longing and complexity
These last three years in Ashland, I have had difficulty finding a sense of community. I joke that I am too ‘low vibe’ for people here because on multiple occasions I’ve had people respond negatively when I talk about racial/social
Hermanas/Sisters
When I was four years old, my sisters organized a little birthday party for me. Struggling in extreme poverty as an immigrant single mother, my mother rarely celebrated any of her children’s birthdays. So it was significant that they pulled
Being dropped
I’m not sure where we were living, probably the projects in San Pedro… or if I was two or three… but I see a dark hallway with steps. This memory came to me the way so many of my family
Turns out, the memoir has been written
Awhile back I started writing memoir pieces, mostly in response to some suggesting I do, and also because I’m a Gemini who likes to communicate :) But I often feel fairly conflicted about it Mostly because I resist this industry
It’s all about relationship
This past week we took our eldest to university. All summer and especially this last month, he has been so sweetly intentional about spending time with us. When we were traveling in Mexico, he kept remarking on how he likes
Our innate rightness
We held our first retreat in our sanctuary this weekend and it was good and deep medicine for all. My inner child’s heart felt so full and grateful to be bringing this service in an interconnected way. And to see
mobile sanctuario
We finished building our Temazcal this weekend, so many warm, caring helping hands came together to lift stone upon stone, tie together vine upon vine weaving wood, earth and stone to create a place of reconnection, rest and purification with