The Day I Stopped Burning Myself Alive (Me and my mom and pops) The revelation didn’t come in a quiet room or a ceremonial space. It came outside, in the sun. I was tanning, lying in the warmth, guiding myself through a deep hypnosis. Something I was doing many times a day. My body had just come through one of the most physically and emotionally debilitating years of my life. I had worked relentlessly to heal. To rebuild trust with my body. To come back home to myself. And yet, there I was...

Some seasons don’t offer clarity — only the dark. I’m moving through one now. Buffalo Calf Woman and Osiris have been walking beside me...

In the past year, I have walked through fire—navigating the depths of perimenopause while also unraveling the spiritual and physical...