Our ancestors and elders are always with us. When I feel shaky, when I doubt, when I’m unsure of the next step, I ask them what’s up, what’s the next step, how I can best be of service.

And they answer. Usually cheeky and kinda smart-assed (shocking). Because they know I know. And we’re like, related.

They remind me that every moment is meant for me, that I work through wounding that is not only mine but theirs too, that I am their hope, their dream, and have their combined strength, will and power etched into my bones.

We cannot help but bring their dreams forth–we were created in this time for this exact purpose.

💫Thank you abuelos, who guide me, guard me, protect me, and keep me aligned with the Highest Good.

💫Thank you for your wisdom, your patience, your trials and beautiful lives that have allowed me to be here.

💫Thank you for weaving, creating, and helping me to recreate our stories in these human forms, and for our essence as infinite grace.

💫Thank you for teaching me, encouraging me, and celebrating the new world we’re co-creating in this lifetime.

💫Thank you Mictecacihuatl, for watching over the bones, for reminding us that we are alchemists, instruments of peace and pleasure, for helping us to ruthlessly follow our gut.

May all that sweet cempacuchil light the Way. 
Tlazocamati, Ometeotl