A writer decolonizing herself & her lineage
A devotee living in the heart space ❤️
A being, leaning on the wisdom of all beings 🌱
‘Love everyone, feed everyone & tell the truth’ Maharaj-ji
Decolonizing Yoga: Short & Sweet Yoga Flow in Filipino
Enjoy this short, simple yoga flow in the Filipino language. Yoga flow and practice by Teacher Joana Medina Words and voice over by me Filipino words / text at the bottom of this page
Emerging from Hawai'i farm life into the sadness of COVID reality
Living in community on a farm in Hawai'i completely sheltered me from COVID fear. Now I feel slightly like an alien from another planet, an alien to be feared.
Saving people from a burning house in Mexico: My own baptism of fire
Dangerous, deadly situations have a special power of slowing time down. They bend time in the most mysterious ways, really. How else to explain how after, the situation drags on so that weeks later you're still experiencing it as if it were happening right now.
Experiencing the sweaty, tear-filled Mayan Medicine that is the Temazcal
If the Native Americans have sweat lodges, the pre-hispanic Mayans of Mexico had the temazcal. "Temazcal is an ancient ceremony similar to the sweat lodge ceremonies of other cultures and was practiced by many Mesoamerican cultures. The word comes from the Nahuatl language and translates as 'house of heat.' Mayans used temazcal to treat illness, aid in childbirth, purification... This spiritual renewal in the Mayan tradition is often connected to the goddess Ixchel." (From 'Mayan Temazcal Ceremony' by The Working Grillos at yucatanliving.com)
Getting evicted in the Wild, Wild West that is the Mexican Jungle
My partner and I believe in community. To us, it's the most intelligent and compassionate way forward and it's our intention to get a headstart on creating what we believe everyone will eventually be looking for soon - a village, a family, a sanctuary. We arrived at our AirBNB in Puerto Morelos, Mexico and we said, "This could be it!" My partner saying that explicitly, and me saying it quietly to myself. We were wrong, and we were right.
Healing my UTI with a 92-hour fast and finally letting myself be angry
A burning vagina as if my pee is corrosive acid. An uncomfortable feeling in my lower belly, like there's an oddly shaped stone sitting in it. Suddenly having to go to the bathroom with such urgency that if I don't go, I might pee my pants - then finding out there was nothing to pee much at all, and the little that there was to urinate is liquid fire as it goes down the most sensitive part of my body. Ah, Urinary Tract Infection. My old friend.
All the Conversations I Never Got to Have with my Grandmother
If there's one person no longer alive who I'd like to sit and have dinner with, it's my paternal grandmother. Hopefully it will be a long one, to make up for the fact that we never had a conversation at all during the time she was alive and in our presence.
Best Job Title for the Coming Years? Community Creator, Steward & Cradler
Community is possible. Village life is possible. Earnest connection with each other? It’s possible. Being invited to take care of blessed land – possible. Sacredness everyday, even in our exchanges is possible. All of this beautifully together, it’s possible. And doesn’t it sound great?