My Toolbox
I was once told that I have amassed a great collection,
but my downfall is that I keep it hidden and to myself.
On that day, I made a commitment that nothing shall remain
hidden… So, welcome to my playground…
The Directions
Each of the Directions has its own power and way of
expressing. I honor the North, the East, the South,
the West, Above, Below, and the In-between. And, I
honor the direction of getting lost…
The Journey
It is wild. It is unchartered. It is different
for every person. But if we pay attention, we
are guided and the pathway is made known. To an
outsider, the Journey appears as chaos, roadblocks,
overgrown and unpenetrateable. But if you are willing
to get lost, and then found, and then lost again, the
treasure at the end is priceless…
The Bones
Our stories are held in our bones; but
they are so much more. For me, the Bones
represent the Ancestors, the Celestials
(Mother Earth, Father Sun, Grandmother Moon),
and the Teachers. It is here where we find
Source. It is here where we get answers to
questions…
The Altars
Altars alter us. They hold us. They help contain us.
They act as a seat for the most honored guest. They
are an outward expression of our innermost desires.
They are alive…
The Plants
Ahhh, the plants. They soothe, they clear,
the make room for, they nurture, and they
nourish. And when necessary, they whip your
ass and wake you up. The plants are ready
to teach you…you only need to listen, watch,
feel, and surrender to their magic…
The Animals
These are the mysterious ones for they make
themselves known and it is up to you to learn
their language in order to interpret their message…
The Minerals
They ground me. They hold me. They very
subtly move through me. When I am patient,
they talk to me…
The Elements
Whereas some Spirits are quiet and subtle,
I find that the Elements are big, bold,
and make themselves known. They push me,
challenge me, heal me, and soothe me. But
most of all, they teach me…
The Directions
Each of the Directions has its own power and way of
expressing. I honor the North, the East, the South,
the West, Above, Below, and the In-between. And, I
honor the direction of getting lost…
The Journey
It is wild. It is unchartered. It is different
for every person. But if we pay attention, we
are guided and the pathway is made known. To an
outsider, the Journey appears as chaos, roadblocks,
overgrown and unpenetrateable. But if you are willing
to get lost, and then found, and then lost again, the
treasure at the end is priceless…
The Bones
Our stories are held in our bones; but
they are so much more. For me, the Bones
represent the Ancestors, the Celestials
(Mother Earth, Father Sun, Grandmother Moon),
and the Teachers. It is here where we find
Source. It is here where we get answers to
questions…
The Altars
Altars altar us. They hold us. They help contain us.
They act as a seat for the most honored guest. They
are an outward expression of our innermost desires.
They are alive…
The Journey
It is wild. It is unchartered. It is different
for every person. But if we pay attention, we
are guided and the pathway is made known. To an
outsider, the Journey appears as chaos, roadblocks,
overgrown and unpenetrateable. But if you are willing
to get lost, and then found, and then lost again, the
treasure at the end is priceless…
The Plants
Ahhh, the plants. They soothe, they clear,
the make room for, they nurture, and they
nourish. And when necessary, they whip your
ass and wake you up. The plants are ready
to teach you…you only need to listen, watch,
feel, and surrender to their magic…
The Animals
These are the mysterious ones for they make
themselves known and it is up to you to learn
their language in order to interpret their message…
The Minerals
They ground me. They hold me. They very
subtly move through me. When I am patient,
they talk to me…
The Elements
Whereas some Spirits are quiet and subtle,
I find that the Elements are big, bold,
and make themselves known. They push me,
challenge me, heal me, and soothe me. But
most of all, they teach me…
