Confío más allá del velo de mi mente, siempre cambiando. Confío en tu medicina, doy gracias por este camino. Camino rojo de los antepasados se teje dentro. De la órbita del tiempo apasionado con la creación. Vuela pajarito, teje la flor de vida.

Where your faith is, I am there.

Que el poder, acompañe los esfuerzos de los Grandes Seres. Así es, así sea, así será y que cada uno cumplamos con nuestra misión.

Let power attend the efforts of the Great Ones. So it was, so it is and so let it be, and help us to do our part.

In every lineage, from time to time, every now and then, a soul is summoned. They are the outliers, whispering to their ancestors: "This heals in and with me"

Together, they dance the ancient rhythm: fire and water, stillness and storm, logic and longing.

This Easter, I don’t just remember the Christ as savior, but as mirror of what becomes possible, when we let Love undo us, when we die to all that is false. And I remember the Magdalene: The one who stayed. The one who saw. The one who did not need a pulpit to be Holy.

In this state of transit, the time has come, to take a step further, and transcend.

May Eostre with Hare rise again with fire of dawn in their eyes weaving winds roots and rain teaching us the songs of the earth once again.