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The story of my name “Waking Journey”

The story of my name “Waking Journey”

In 2007 I began working for a wilderness therapy program called SageWalk, the wilderness school. We took teens with behavioral and emotional issues into the high desert of Central Oregon, taught them survival skills, and allowed the experience of living in nature...

Dream Into Being

Dream Into Being

We are the dreamers We are the visionaries We are the boat rockers The wave makers The justice seekers We are the healers The wise ones The teachers Our medicine comes through our words Our hands Our songs Our love for the Earth and all beings We are remembering our...

Rattling Bones

Rattling Bones

My ancestors are restless. They have been for a while now, but the intensity has been steadily increasing, especially as we enter the darkening time, the time when the veil thins and spirits come forth to share their stories, to be honored and remembered. Some offer...

There is a rift in my heart

There is a rift in my heart

There is a rift in my heart; it lays between myself and my home. I feel the longing for it, not knowing where it is exactly. Florida, the land where I was born; Swampy and damp, Mosquitoes rising out of sandy hills My mother was raised here; poor and motherless...

When I am most powerful, I will be unfuckablewith

When I am most powerful, I will be unfuckablewith

Yesterday was my 38th birthday. My greatest learning for the day was the difference between one whiskey and two whiskies to a 38-year-old body. It’s big.  I had another big learning yesterday as well. It was about connection.  Three years ago, I was fired and given...

You have permission to be a shitshow

You have permission to be a shitshow

The tears well up in my eyes before I even know what’s happening; the lump in my throat tightens and travels to my chest. “Don’t lose it, not here, not right now…” an unspoken message, a muscle memory of what is allowed and what is not allowed here. The...

I am a priestess

I am a priestess

I am a priestess.   A priestess of this land, of the cedar tree, of the waterfall. I give offerings of heart-shaped stones.   My heart.   I am stone. I carry the wisdom of generations. Of centuries. I carry memories of tumbling rivers and lava flows and...

It starts with us. Shall we begin?

It starts with us. Shall we begin?

This isn’t only about you. This is about all of us. Do you ever get the nagging feeling that things just aren’t right? Do you wonder why suicide rates are increasing and the rates of anxiety and depression are now becoming an epidemic? Do you...

The Witch: Claiming Your Birthright

The Witch: Claiming Your Birthright

In dreamtime, the witch came to her. Journey was sitting at the edge of the ocean, dark and churning at her feet. She felt the familiar fear, and saw the wave rushing towards the shore, a wall of water, towering over her. Journey looked up, knowing the ocean was going...

The Wolf: Wolf-Woman, Wild Woman, Forest Woman

The Wolf: Wolf-Woman, Wild Woman, Forest Woman

A little girl awakens with the rising sun, her brow knit with worry. So much to tend, she begins her day curled in her nest of blankets, dreading the work ahead of her. She is the mistress of this great house, and each day is a weary walking of hallways, peeking in...