Lioness Healing

The first slide is a JOKE and hopefully gets you to swipe cuz the algorithm sucks and it’s my trickster energy and my beloved Santos feast day.

Just a reminder: I am not anti-Jewish, and frankly, I am tired of being accused of that.

I am anti-Zionist. I oppose the actions and policies of the State of Israel. Those are not the same thing, no matter how many times people try to conflate them.

I love and respect many Jewish people in my life, and I have seen countless Jewish voices speak out against the atrocities being committed in Gaza and throughout Palestine. Criticizing a government, an occupation, or a political ideology is not the same as hating an entire people.

Please stop weaponizing that accusation to shut down legitimate criticism and conversations about human rights.

🇵🇸 🇪🇭 🇨🇩❤️ … apparently im only allowed 5 hashtags so FREE EM ALL

New moon in Ta**us musings…❤️🐃

I can’t do the hard work alone!! I am not usually a TGIF gal, but this week I am. Last week was hard and had me questioning my ability, my beliefs, and myself. I leaned really hard on my people. And I donʻt take that for granted even for a moment. I have people tell me all the time that the work I do is so amazing and ask how I do it. Thatʻs so nice of them to say, but the truth is that I have a whole life full of people who hold me up & support me and keep me able to purposely out myself in hard situations. I have the capacity to choose to do hard things because I am helped and loved and cared for. Being held and cared for allows me to hold and love and care for others. Iʻm only doing for others what is done for me. Just loving and loving and loving and showing up!!!! I am part of a web, a force in an ecosystem, both a giver and a receiver of good and beautiful things. My capacity to give is fundamentally intertwined with my capacity to receive! I hope you too let yourself be held! ❤️🐃

45✨🌱

I know birthdays aren’t everyone’s thing… some people like to move quietly through them, pretend it’s just another day, maybe even hide a little. I love that for you—but I am not that person.

I believe we should absolutely be celebrated on the day we were born. Fully. Loudly. Intentionally. Because the truth is, being here is no small thing. Making it through another year—with all its beauty, grief, growth, and grit—is something sacred. And sacred things deserve acknowledgment.

Birthdays, for me, are spiritual.

They are a crossing. A threshold. A moment where I get to stand still long enough to feel the weight and wonder of my own life. To honor every version of me that made it here—the soft one, the fierce one, the broken one, the healing one. All of her.

And listen… if there’s ever a day to let people love on you, gas you up, feed you good food, and remind you who you are—it’s this one. I didn’t come this far to act humble about surviving and thriving. Celebrate me. Expeditiously.

45 feels different.

I feel rooted. Clear. Less attached to what was never mine, and more devoted to what is—my purpose, my people, my gifts. I understand now that my life is something I tend to, something alive and holy. And I’m doing that with more intention than ever.

I honor my hands and my heart. The ways I’ve been called to heal, to hold, to show up. I honor the lessons that shaped me and the ancestors that walk with me. I honor the joy that still finds me—and the joy I choose, again and again.

So yes… I will celebrate. I will receive. I will take up space in my own life.

Because I am here. And that matters.

Happy Birthday to me.