Entering the Sacred: 108
“You stand on tierra sagrada (holy ground)…
— nature is alive and conscious; the world is ensouled…. With awe and wonder you look around, recognizing the preciousness of the earth, the sanctity of every human being on the planet, the ultimate unity and interdependence of all beings … This conocimiento motivates you … to take up spiritual activism and the work of healing.”
— Gloria E. Anzaldúa (via “This Bridge We Call Home”)
Entering the Sacred: 108
Years ago, I began a path of devotion.
Not because I considered myself devout or holy, but because I wanted to make an effort to do well and be well.
I wanted to offer energy to the grand design — the cosmic universe.
Sure, a part of me thought I might receive something in return for my efforts, but deep down, what I really wanted was to move my body in sacred action — to live what I call my own form of spiritual activism.
I’ve spent days waving signs on the street — protesting for peace, against wars.
I’ve stood on the frontlines, fighting for water, for land, for the simple right to exist.
My spiritual activism was born from feeling, over and over again, how rights are wronged.
Being brown, being born with a culture outside the standard “American” story, speaking Spanish or a Native language — these truths shaped me.
I remember my mother arguing with a school principal, fighting against a ticket for parking in an emergency red zone.
I remember how that moment felt in my body — visceral, sharp, unforgettable.
For so long, the urge to fight lived in my breath. Every day. Every moment.
And yet, the only thing I want now is peace.
Not the peace that comes from winning an argument or a protest,
but the peace that quiets the war inside of me.
Because maybe, through that peace — I can generate more peace:
in my home, my community, the planet, the universe.
Every single act is valuable.
Every small choice ripples outward.
These days, my spiritual activism looks different.
I take walks in the mornings — or sleep, if my body asks me to.
I pause often, just to feel the ground beneath me.
Sometimes, I sit with the deer who come to visit, breathing with them in the stillness.
I let my heart resonate in peace so I can share that peace.
And yet, there is still so much chaos.
It’s often labeled anxiety, but why shouldn’t I be anxious?
The world suffers — and I feel it.
So I return, again and again, to my practice:
“Peace looks like slowing my breath before I speak.
It looks like tending to my own roots before trying to heal the forest.”
This is what devotion means to me now —
not a grand gesture, but a quiet, steady offering.
A way of saying to the universe:
I am here. I am listening. I am learning how to love in peace.
✦Entering the Sacred: 108
This fall, I begin a movement —
a stirring within me that asks to be shared.
A devotion to peace.
An offering of Reiki to 108,000 souls by the year 2028.
Perhaps it’s a wild goal.
Or perhaps it’s still too small.
If each of us moved toward what truly inspires the heart —
in service of the collective good — imagine what balance we could restore.
Why not try?
Dreams are meant to be dreamed.
Until one day, we are living them.
And then, we learn to let them go.
These reflections are part of my ongoing practice — learning to embody peace from the inside out. Through my Reiki trainings and healing programs, I invite others to find that same sacred stillness within themselves. Together, may we continue rippling peace across the world.
✨ Gentle Call to Action
If this message resonates with you, I invite you to deepen your own sacred practice.
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🌺 6-Month Practitioner Program — Awaken your devotion in serviceJoin me in this movement of peace — 108,000 souls by 2028.
