05/06/2026
How incredible are these quail eggs! I so dont want to eat them!!!
Today was a different kind of medicine. As the first beautiful woman arrived, Crow sat high in the palm tree calling out across the morning. I caught it on video. This first session was a Womb Hara Massage. A session of release and cutting the binds to someone whose time in her story had come to an end. The kind of letting go that is rarely simple, but deeply necessary.
Crow medicine has long been associated with transformation, endings, wisdom and the crossing of thresholds. It reminds us that death is not always physical. Sometimes it is the death of an attachment, an identity, a hope, a story we have carried long beyond its season. And in that ending, space is made for something new.
Later in the day, another divine spark, precious woman arrived for a healing session. The threads that emerged carried us into old stories, old lifetimes, and the understanding that some souls are born into a bloodline not simply to belong to it, but to heal what has been carried through it.
To bring awareness where there was once unconsciousness. And compassion where there was once harm and become the place where the pattern changes. A tiny spider arrived with her and I couldn’t help but feel it belonged to the medicine of the day. I let it spend some time on my arm before placing on the Avocado tree.
Spider teaches us about the sacred weaving of life. About how every choice, every healing, every release becomes part of a much larger tapestry. She reminds us that we are both the weaver and the thread.
There was another gift today too, fresh herbs, leafy greens and beautiful quail eggs. Gifts from her garden that had been tended with care, patience and love. I am continually reminded that exchange is not measured solely in dollars.
There is something profoundly moving about receiving food that someone has planted, watered, nurtured, harvested. It carries its own medicine.
Feeling so deeply blessed. 💗✨🌀🕸️🕷️
