Earth Body + Sacred 108

“All our actions & duties should be filled with the sweetness of Love.”

— Amma

Our sacred invitation to Earth Body- a space to anchor light, recharge your spirit and share collective energy with the planet.

From Student to Sister in the Light: The Birth of Earth Body

One of the greatest joys of teaching Reiki is witnessing students step fully into their power—expanding their lives in service as they expand their light.

When I was a psychology professor and mental health specialist at the university, I often wondered if my work truly touched a life. In that setting, we rarely see the ripples we create. I had to learn to trust in the unseen impact.

But now, as a Reiki Master and guide, I get to see transformation unfold. I get to feel it.

Today I’m honored to share a story that fills my heart. In 2018, I met a bright soul who came to me for her first Reiki initiation. Her healing journey had already begun long before that day—and now, in 2025, she stands as a radiant astrologer and ceremonialist, weaving together Mayan and North American traditions with such grace and devotion.

We recently reconnected through the Reiki shares I’ve been hosting every 2nd and 4th Tuesday for the past five years. Something powerful sparked between us—an alignment that felt destined. To see her now, standing in her strength and sacred service, brings me profound joy. I feel blessed to have been one small spark on her path of awakening.

Through deep conversations about grounding, ancestral wisdom, and the need for collective peace, a new offering was born between us. We call it Earth Body.

We created Earth Body as a medicine for these times—a reminder that even as humanity struggles, we have a choice. We can either sink into grief and fear… or rise in love, community, and devotion to the goodness that still lives in this world.

As we move into the darker season in the Northern Hemisphere, we are choosing to hold up the light. Beginning this November and continuing through winter and beyond, Earth Body will offer spaces of deep peace and remembrance—where Reiki practitioners can gather in circle to anchor light, love, and the sweetness of life back into the Earth.

If you feel called to join us, you can learn more about Samantha (my former Reiki student and now an extraordinary astrologer) and myself, Dr. Ana Luna (Reiki Master, Life Coach & Founder of Luna y Sol Sanctuary) [HERE].

And if you are feeling the call to begin your Reiki journey, I invite you to my upcoming Level One & Two Reiki Training on October 25 & 26. For those ready to step into mastery, I’ll be offering the Reiki Master training in November. You are welcome to reach out with any questions or to reserve your space.

Together, may we remember that every act of healing—no matter how small—creates ripples of light across the world. 🌕✨

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.

🌸 Reiki I & II Class — Begin your healing journey
🌕 Master 3-Day Course — Embody the energy of mastery
🌺 6-Month Practitioner Program — Awaken your devotion in service

Join me in this movement of peace — 108,000 souls by 2028.

Where is your North Star?

If you don’t know where you are headed, it’s possible you don’t know where you’ve been. This is a teaching from my elders about understanding ourselves and what we have been through so that we can move forward into our purpose in this life. It’s about knowing where we came from, where our ancestors were and how we honor them by walking softly on this Earth. It’s a long journey to get here when we are further removed from our Indignity but it’s not impossible to connect.

I was talking to a dear friend, sister and Reiki Master and she reminded me of the power of sharing our vulnerabilities. It wasn’t long ago that I felt lost too. I was not quite sure where I was headed even though I was about to enter my doctorate program—academically I was doing great, but emotionally, I was bursting with emotion. My sensitivities were so palpable that I would easily go into overwhelm and experience emotional outbursts. I felt as though the world was a loud place and it was hard for me to manage my emotions. My healing journey took me through lessons that helped me to understand myself and why I was so overwhelmed by the world. Some of us are sensitive to energy—why? Probably because we are healers and are meant to learn how to manage our energy—which is driven by our emotions. When our emotions are off kilter, our whole energy system and life—as well as our mind, spirit and body also go out of balance. When I started to follow that thread, following the energy of initiations, courses, experiences, work with plant medicines, meditation and mindfulness practices, yoga—everything I could get myself into that would help calm my nervous system. I realized it wasn’t just about the next thing, it was about embodying the life and the rhythms that honored my body, my spirit and soul and my mind in a harmonious way.

It starts with us! If you want to get on that path to following your North Star, join me on Sunday at 11am Pacific for a New Moon Meditation and Reiki Session on zoom. If you want to go deeper, join me for the 5 day challenge starting on Monday! If you want to truly connect with your North Star, sign up for the Keepers of The Fire Membership and get on the waitlist for an upcoming 4 week Reiki series. This is a powerful time to anchor into your light and stay under the guidance of your North Star.

Register for the New Moon Meditation Here on Eventbrite or email me for more information at lunasolreiki@gmail.com

🔥 Fire Keepers: Holding the Flame in Uncertain Times

Help me keep the fire alive!

Join my 5 Day Fall Equinox Challenge or sign up for the Keepers of the Fire Membership! Or Retreat with Reiki!

A message from Dra Luna

The other day, I went to Carnelian Bay to wash my face in the lake.

My Washoe sister and now young elder once taught me this ritual and practice–face to water, heart to land. It’s not just a cleansing. It’s a remembering. A way of touching the sacred before stepping into the unknown. Of clearing the body of old stories and old patterns. It’s a reset with the sacred. 

In this new space, I am present. The weather is turning. Nights are colder. Shadows longer. The season is shifting, and so am I.

Because I’ve stepped into something new.
A dream realized. A sanctuary claimed. A creation manifested.
And yet, fear still follows. Time to unravel and keep allowing the universe to flow in me and through me. 

Building the Life I Prayed For (And Still Feeling Scared)

I asked for this space.
I called it in. I did the work. I honored the land and continue to honor with every step.

And now I’m here—surrounded by trees, sky, and silence. With wood to haul, wildlife to respect, and uncertainty rising like steam from the cold earth.

Some days I feel strong. Other days, the old fear creeps in:

• Will I be warm enough?

• Am I strong enough to do this alone?

• What if I can’t keep up?

• Can I really do this? 

But even deeper:
What if I manifested everything I wanted—and still don’t feel safe?

That’s the question no one talks about. But I will.

My People Are Hurting—and I Feel It All

Because it’s not just about my sanctuary.
It’s about my people. My Mexican relatives. My family. The Indigenous nations. The communities in Gaza. The mothers, the children, the warriors, the elders suffering from war, from displacement, from hunger, from silence.

And I feel it in my bones.
This grief is not abstract. It’s ancestral. It’s mine. It’s here and undeniable. We cannot ignore the pain and suffering that we are going through as a two-legged nation. 

But instead of letting it crush me, I ask it to teach me how to hold more love.
How to hold more fire. Be present. Breathe and Sigh.
How to be a space where others can come to breathe.

We Are the Fire Keepers

This is what I mean when I say Fire Keeper.

It’s not a title.
It’s a way of being.

A Fire Keeper learns how to tend the flame in the dark.
To care for what warms us. To protect the sacred.
To stay, even when the fear says run.

And in a world that wants us numb, disconnected, exhausted—keeping the fire is revolutionary.

🕯 What I’m Offering From the Fire

Everything I teach, hold, and create now comes from this knowing:
That our energy is sacred.
That our bodies are altars.
That we need each other more than ever.

These are the spaces I’m tending:

• 🛄🏼 Fire Keepers Membership: A private sanctuary for those walking the spiritual path with tenderness and power. Monthly energy rituals, seasonal practices, live calls, and a community of others keeping their own flame alive.

• 🔥 5-Day Fire Keeper Challenge (Pay What You Can): This is a sacred container for energy clearing, spiritual reset, and nervous system nourishment. It’s open to everyone—pay what you can, or join for free if that’s what you need right now. The fire is for all of us.

• 🌿 Reiki Retreat: Space to rest, release, and remember who you are. Whether you’re new to Reiki or deep on your path, this is sacred time to recharge.

• ✨ Reiki Trainings (Level I, II & Master): This path gave me my life back. If you’re ready to learn how to channel healing energy, hold space, and awaken your gifts, I’d be honored to initiate you.

• 🔀 Sacred Energy Management Coaching: We go beyond Reiki—into nervous system wisdom, energetic protection, spiritual structure, and sustainable magic.

• 🪘 6-Phase Meditation Guidance (Mindvalley Certified): Learn the method that helped me transform my mornings and master my mental clarity. Simple. Powerful. Consistent.

• 🌱 Ayurvedic Counseling: True healing honors the whole you—body, mind, spirit, season. Together, we’ll restore balance and ritual through ancient wisdom.

I’m no longer shrinking what I offer.
This isn’t ego—it’s devotion.
Because people are hurting. And we need more spaces where we can soften, heal, and vision something better. We need all of us to step it up. Are you ready to step into your gifts? Are you already there? Let’s go then! 

🌙 The Sacred Invitation

If you’re in the in-between—of healing, of identity, of grief, of purpose—come sit by this fire.

You don’t have to be fearless.
You don’t have to be “ready.”
You just have to be willing to stay with yourself.

The Fire Keepers are gathering.
The world is still hurting.
But here, in this small corner, we are tending something sacred.

Come be part of it.

🕯 Join the 5-Day Fire Keeper Challenge
🪔 Step into the Fire Keepers Membership
🌿 Reserve your space for Reiki trainings, sacred coaching, or Ayurvedic counseling

📩 Email me at lunasolreiki@gmail.com to claim your space or ask any questions.
I’ll reply with love, details, and open arms.

We’re not meant to hold it all alone.
But we are meant to keep the fire.

With grief, with power,
and with so much love—
Dra Luna

The Sanctuary is Born: A Sacred Invitation

I came here with an open heart. On my very first day, I was greeted by deer on the land—gentle messengers reminding me that Spirit is always near. After over a decade of dreaming of sanctuary and spaces of healing, I have finally arrived.

Though this place may not yet be permanent, it feels deeply alive: trees rising toward the sky, sweat lodge stones resting in the earth, and rose quartz lining the walls and stairways like veins of light. Each day I can hardly believe my eyes as I uncover stones, as I clear the weeds that have been holding the beauty of the stones back—I am in awe. The land is calling to be tended, and I am here for it—with hands, with heart, with prayer.

I am filled with gratitude. This weekend we are holding sacred space for an honoring of the land, the waters that flow beneath my feet, and the spirits that have guided me here—for the people who walked this land since time immemorial, the animals who continue to reside in this land and the plant life that is abundant in nourishment and beauty. This is the beginning of a new chapter—a home for ceremony, for healing, for all who are called to walk in beauty and truth. 🌿✨

This is a sacred invitation to join me in prayer. I know some of you would like to be here in person but can’t—I invite you to light a candle for us, to offer us a good thought and prayer—for the healing that will happen on this sacred land—for more abundance to rise and to remember that all land is sacred and that every life matters. If you would like to support my work with a donation—please visit here. Thank you!

Fruit Tree on the Sanctuary Land

The Magic of the Blue Deer: A Sacred Invitation to Retreat & Renew

Deer couple in Northern California near the New Sanctuary space

✨ The Magic of the Blue Deer ✨

There is an ancient story from the desert lands of Wirikuta, a place I have been blessed to walk in recent months. It tells of a time when the people were suffering — famine and hardship had left them without food, without hope.

In that time of great need, it was the grandmothers, the elders, who led the people in prayer. With empty hands and full hearts, they went out searching for sustenance for their families. They prayed with devotion, carrying the grief and hope of their people.

And it was in answer to these prayers that the Blue Deer appeared—el Venadito Azul.

The Blue Deer is known as the first shaman, the first master healer for the Wixarika people. It came to teach the people how to live again: leaving medicine, guiding them to water, and ultimately giving its very body so that the people could survive. From its sacrifice, they were nourished. From its teachings, they were guided. And from its presence, they came to know that they were not alone — that help, healing, and medicine are always available when the spirit is open to receive.

For me, the Blue Deer is a living symbol of the path of healing. It reminds me that there is always a way forward, even through hardship. And it whispers that we are never alone — we are accompanied by allies in the unseen world, by medicine that arrives at the right time, by the generosity of Spirit itself. It is when our heart is pure, that our prayer is heard. The grandmothers in their deep sorrow, ventured out to seek sustenance and nourishment and the healer revealed itself to the them.

This is also the path of Reiki. Reiki is a return to this flow of medicine — a current of light and love that nourishes body, mind, and soul. Like the Blue Deer, Reiki meets us in our moments of hunger, longing, and exhaustion. It feeds us. It waters us. It shows us how to keep walking, how to keep flourishing, even in times of turmoil.

✨ An Invitation ✨
This is the heart of the retreat I am offering: a circle where we walk with the guidance of the Blue Deer, stepping into the healing current of Reiki. A time to rest, to receive, and to remember the path that leads us back to wholeness and joy.

If your spirit feels the call of this medicine — if you are ready to open yourself to the allies of light, to the gentle current of healing, to the nourishment that comes when we say “yes” to ourselves — I welcome you to join us.

Let us walk together on this sacred path.
Let us follow the footprints of the Blue Deer.

If you feel this call for deep healing and renewal, I invite you to join me from September 25th to September 29th for retreat with Reiki, food as medicine, gentle nature walks and meditative connections. Follow this link to register and learn about the event. If you have questions, please contact me at ana@lunaysolsanctuary.org or call/text me at 909-648-8407.

with love and gratitude,

Moon Woman

The Dance of Healing Generational Wounds

This past weekend, I returned to Mount Shasta for sacred ceremony. In the presence of powerful allies — seen and unseen — we were guided to decipher the truths stored deep in our beings, the ones that quietly shape our lives and, sometimes, our struggles.

I witnessed as people released lifetimes of holding. Tears flowed. Giggles radiated. Bodies moved in ways they hadn’t in years. Conversations unfolded that could only emerge in a space of deep trust.

Weaving power centers, from the belly button of Mexico—the sacred heart to the 3rd eye high in the mountains of Shasta—we wove together a sphere of love, trust, and harmony — a living container that makes room for the soul’s deepest work to unfold. Within that sphere, healing doesn’t feel like a solitary struggle. It becomes a shared journey.

Healing generational wounds can feel like an unreal, monumental task. In my own journey, I’ve often found myself asking: How long will this take? When will it end? How much more do I need to heal before I can truly move forward?

The truth is, there is no single finish line. This work moves in cycles, like the seasons — we return again and again to familiar patterns, each time with a little more awareness, a little more strength. Some layers dissolve quickly. Others take years, even lifetimes.

The hardest part of generational wound healing is that it’s not always clear what will happen or how it will unfold. As a practitioner, I don’t come in with a checklist. Instead, I tune into the energy that is most present in the moment. I listen — not only with my ears, but with my whole body — and I lean into the guidance of unseen allies who nudge me toward the questions that matter most.

It’s a fine dance.

Where is the pain?
What is the problem?
What is the sticky pattern that keeps being played out again and again?
Where, in the long thread of the generational line, is the experience caught?

Sometimes the answer rises like a wave. Sometimes it hides under layers of silence and protection, waiting for the right moment to be felt and released. My role is to create the space where that moment can arrive, safely and with love.

When we find relief from past wounds — whether they are generational, ancestral, or intergenerational — it’s like watching a rainbow appear after a week of storm and darkness.

The air feels different. The colors are brighter. There’s a part of us that wants to run toward that rainbow, to find where it begins, to touch the magic.

Healing opens that doorway. It lets the light in after years of clouds, and it invites us to see the world with new eyes — eyes of wonder, gratitude, and possibility.

I am opening 8 spaces for private consults for those who feel called to release the weight of the past and step into greater freedom, lightness, and choice.

If your heart feels the pull, reach out. Together, we can begin to unwind the patterns that no longer serve and invite the rainbow back into your life.

Returning from the Sacred: A Prayer Completed, A Sanctuary Born

I just returned from Wirikuta. My second trip in two months.

This wasn’t a journey of curiosity or coincidence. It was the completion of a prayer. Honoring a commitment to life.

When my nephew was in the hospital, I was brought to my knees. In that place of desperation, I reached deeper into my prayers than I ever had before. I cried out to God with everything I had—pleading, begging, trembling. I called on the strongest prayer warriors I know, those who have walked with me in ceremony and silence. One of them heard my cry and responded with a powerful offering: a deer spirit to amplify the prayer.

With that sacred offering came a responsibility. A living prayer had been made, and I was its carrier.

So I returned to Wirikuta—to the gardens, to the land that remembers—not for more, but to give back. To return the offering. To express my gratitude. To give life back to the spirit of the land that had heard our cry.

Being there again, in such a short time, was beyond this world. The land held me like a child. Like a grandchild, coming home for the first time again. I felt nourished and held. The visions of beauty, wonder, magic, and gratitude washed over me. Gratitude for the power of prayer, for the sacred medicine, for the ancestors who walked these lands for centuries. For the medicine people who continue to carry their traditions so that I could be here today—so that future generations can still find beauty, love, and prayer in the midst of whatever changes come into this world.

My nephew is not alive in this world anymore. He passed away. The grief that overwhelmed my family was also beyond this world. It cracked us open. And somehow, through that heartbreak, his spirit continued to walk with me. It was his spirit that pushed me to go deeper into my ceremonial walk. It was his spirit, living on in a way I can only feel, that drew me back to Wirikuta.

Now I’m home again, and everything feels like a paradox. I am exhausted and full. Groundless and rooted. Inspired and overwhelmed.

The texture of my exhaustion is palpable. Yes, the trip, the travel, the constant being on the road for the last three years and not having my own space—all of that lives in my bones. But beyond that, it's the world. The violence. The injustices. The wars we are in now. It all weighs heavy on me.

All I can think of is sanctuary. Having a space. I finally got it. A sanctuary, a reward after my devout commitment to the land and being on the land. I found a space to retreat and to offer space for retreat.

I am happy and exhausted.

I found a new place to live—a steady roof, finally. And while I feel blessed by the possibility of landing, I also feel the weight of what it will take to stay. The bills. The work. The daily hustle that so often feels at odds with the slow, sacred rhythms of spirit.

Integration is its own ceremony. It doesn't come with drums or sage or a circle of witnesses. It comes in the quiet moments when I choose not to abandon myself. When I sit with the medicine long after it's been digested and ask: what now?

I don't have all the answers. But I know that the gardens received what I brought. I know that my nephew's spirit is still moving, still teaching, still loving. And I know that somehow, in this strange middle place between spirit and survival, I am still being held.

This, too, is sacred work.

And so, I return—not just from the desert gardens, but from the edge of myself. I return with gratitude, with grief, with sacred exhaustion and a quiet kind of joy.

This new sanctuary—this home I’ve landed in—isn’t just for me. It’s a place of rest, yes, but also a place of offering. A space to nourish others. To host prayer. To hold ceremony. To invite those who are weary, those who are seeking, to remember their own connection to the sacred. It is a reward and a responsibility. A seed of something much bigger.

We will hold our opening ceremony on August 30th. A day to mark this new beginning, to bless the space, and to gather in prayerful celebration.

To anyone walking between worlds, navigating ceremony and survival, spirit and sorrow: I see you. May you find pockets of sanctuary—within or around you. May you feel your prayers still moving, even when your body is tired.

I don’t know what the future holds, but I know this: the land remembers, and so do we. One prayer at a time, we make our way home.

At the sacred gardens in Wirikuta, Mexico, the land of the shimmering heart

Returning to Wirikuta: A Pilgrimage of Soul and Earth

There are no words to truly express the sacredness of the experience. Wirikuta is not just land—it is memory, spirit, and song woven into the Earth itself. It is the place where the sun was born, where prayers hang in the wind, and where the ancestors walk beside you with each step. I held my breath as I arrived, reverent, in awe of the magnitude of what this land carries.

For two nights, we sat in ceremony beneath the stars, preparing ourselves—body, mind, and spirit—to offer our gratitude at the sacred altar at Cerro Quemado, Venadito Azul, Sacred Blue Deer, you guide us home. This was not a casual visit. This was a pilgrimage. A return. A reckoning with the depth of healing that has unfolded within me over the years through the medicine we call peyote—this ancient, living spirit who has held me through initiation after initiation.

The cantos, the songs, the whispered prayers—they moved through the desert air like wind chimes made of soul. Each note cracked me open a little more, reminding me of the grace I’ve received, of the parts of me that have died and been reborn.

And then, as dawn approached after the second night, something ancient moved through me. As the first light crept over the horizon, I could no longer stand—I slid to my knees, placing my hands upon the Earth. I wept. I breathed. I listened.

To touch the ground where my ancestors once walked, where their feet shaped paths of devotion across the sands… there was no thought left in me. Only gratitude. Raw. Wordless. Holy.

There is nothing like it.

To return to Wirikuta is to remember who you are beneath all the noise of the world. It is to walk where the veil is thin and the heart becomes a drum, echoing the songs of those who came before. I came with prayers. I left with silence. Sacred, spacious silence—the kind that only arrives when your soul has been witnessed by the land itself.

And now, I carry it with me. This blessing. This responsibility. To live in right relationship. To give thanks in how I walk. To honor this medicine, not just in ceremony, but in the way I listen, the way I speak, the way I serve.

Gracias, Wirikuta. Gracias, Abuelito Peyote. Gracias, to the spirits of this land who allowed me to come, to remember, to return.

 With Love & Reverence,

Moon Woman

Real de Catorce, May 2025, Pilgrimage to Wirikuta

Lessons from the Road: From Mountain to Desert, A Spirit-Walk Between Worlds

“A borderland is a vague and undetermined place created by the emotional residue of an unnatural boundary… a constant state of transition.”
— Gloria Anzaldúa

Lake Tahoe, Da’oh’aga—Cave Rock

I just returned to Southern California from Lake Tahoe, my spirit still echoing with mountain winds and medicine songs.

For the several months, I’ve been immersed in the sacred work of building the foundation for a nonprofit devoted to Washoe spirituality—an offering rooted in land, story, and ancestral wisdom. It’s a quiet fire behind the scenes, working to uplift and support Northern Native American communities with grace, humility, and deep respect.

This work teaches me every day how to listen. How to walk gently. How to honor a path that is not mine to lead, but one I’ve been invited to support.

As a woman born in California, carrying Mexican lineage and Indigenous roots, I often find myself living between spaces—cultural, spiritual, geographical. I walk in many worlds, carrying medicine that does not always have a singular home. Weaving, bridging, living a prayer. This in-between is where I’ve learned to pray with both feet on the ground and my heart wide open.

Holding space is powerful. It is also, at times, isolating. When we create space for others to heal, we also confront the quiet corners of our own longing—for connection, for rest, for a place to fully land; a place to be.

And yet, in these spaces, Spirit moves. I carry prayers for unity, for healing, for a remembering of who we truly are. Through ceremonial retreats and online sessions, Reiki classes, yoga and breathwork;I offer what I can—tools, wisdom, presence—sacredness of being—for those ready to meet themselves in a deeper way.

The road teaches me that service is not always loud or visible. It is often the soft work of showing up, listening, and letting the land guide the next step.

With love from the in-between,
Badger Moon Woman

Offerings & Ways to Stay Connected

🌿 Ready to journey inward? I’m currently offering one-on-one online sessions to support your healing path. These sessions are spirit-guided, heart-led, and uniquely tailored to your soul’s unfolding. [Link to Book Here]

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📸 De-ek Wadapush -Cave Rock; a sacred site and spiritual power center. Leaving Prayers. Offering gratitude.