This feels like the answer to questions I’ve been asking lately, both on a personal and global level…

How can we bridge the divides?
How do we maintain hope in the face of destruction?
How can we heal?

The level of deception surrounding the Path of Pollen as taught at the Sacred Trust has been infuriating, confounding, and heartbreaking for myself and many who came to this work through Simon’s book The Shamanic Way of the Bee. I don't condone what Simon did with his book nor the appropriation of practices for one second and I believe that if he had taken responsibility and been forthright from the beginning, we could have been saved from years of "disease in the hive" (a dream I had) and the patterns of mistruth and human drama that ensued. I do however believe there is still a body of work that can be excavated from the confusion - one that is well worth passing along (with proper credit given when known, of course).

I'm more interested in the questions you're asking, much more than the opinions you hold.

On this wild and turning path, I’ve recently found myself becoming more and more busy with the best things in life - belly laughs, beloveds, moon gazing, tending home and garden to name a few. It’s been a process of trust to let in such goodness and release the worry of showing up for work in the way that I am wired to feel I should.

Though leaving France was a big leap for us, we couldn’t be more grateful to be landing back here, in the magical lands of Oga Po'geh (White Shell Water place aka New Mexico).

How regularly are you engaging in acts of rebellion?

I’m not talking about rebellion that comes in the form of tattoos and hair dye, nor stealing your parents car and sneaking off with your boyfriend, I’m talking grown up rebellion. The kind of rebellion that sticks it to the man in a way that stirs souls and sparks change, the kind of rebellion that creates distance and differentiates you from the status quo of a sick and dying culture while simultaneously bringing you closer to your people - the ones whom you share visions of a new Earth with.

What is in the tradition of New Year’s resolutions?

I asked myself what the opposing energy of resolution was and came to dissolution. This brought me to think of the alchemical process of Solve et Coagula.

An essay on the kindness of the Dark and the beauty of Solstice (with recorded meditation).

A poem written in the hypnopompic state.

We’re still learning, but here’s what we’ve discovered so far on our recent quest for a new place to call home and how to live our best Liminal lives…

written beneath a recent full moon eclipse

An interview for Mystic Mag

Being uprooted

A love letter from Golden Well Sanctuary…