Sal

Practice makes practice. Embodying my Emerald Priestess. Watching the dawn break across the Apus, casting a bewitching energy, calling me to pray. “Wake up, monkey,” the voice starts to say. Thank God Dream Journal Housekeeping Chant Sip Slowly. This dedication to the mat is a dedication to my soul is a dedication to the lineage is a dedication to doing my best and not making excuses. Well, not too many 🙃 I’m several weeks into one freakin’ excellent chapter of Yoga (and, ya, I’ve had many). I’m not “shoulding” myself these mornings. It’s about slow and steady, get it in. It can look different each day. There is so much self-love generating through the technology of these poses. Patience for a rib injury that demands I not push it. Don’t force the body. Listen. Breathe. Again. Flexibility if the roommies are asleep or rustling in the kitchen. I love sharing our space and I’m comforted by their company. Family, not from blood, yet from Karma. Communal living has been a social experiment for us all. How many lifetimes have we been dancing, reminding each other how to relate to the natural world, tolerating our messes, encouraging our skills, and taking privacy when can with one another?? Loving and spiraling in and out of relating. There’s the Spanda. And I’m connecting more authentically with the ones who see me… looking for Your eyes, Shiva, looking back at me through others. No other… Beloveds are mirrors for me to gaze longingly into You. One more week of 37. Not quite sure, and this may be the most anticlimactic birthday cycle of “almost 40,” again. And the gratitude flows. So much to be thankful for. Dance it out. Get down, rise up. Praise Jah. Gracias Pacha Mama 💛 #pisac #yogi #yogini #practice

Visiting the crystalline 7 lakes region in Ausangate for a life altering pilgrimage was such a moment of redemption for me… Praying with the Apus, in awe of the 20,000 ft peaks. Offering Fruit, Flowers, Coca and Tobaco. Listening to my heart beat hard and watching my legs keep going. Witnessing an avalanche! Visitations from birds, rabbits, llamas, alpacas, rocks and grasses. Lungs stressed and strong at altitude. Hot springs respite and hugs from the locals. Communing with the spirits of the feminine Otorongo lake in a profound way: they call me like sirens: a sparkling sirenita: Oshun in her perfect beauty. “Love, it turns out, is found in the balance of boundary and flow. Love is the very scales of the dragon.“ - @the_emerald_podcast #peru #ausangate #highalpine #otorongo

Oh my heart is exploding out of my chest right now to see this footage. Tabacito mi querido 🤎 The ash is a symbol An eye and a tree A hive, a trunk and a seed The connection is here Universal memory Echoes of infinity The smoke is a prayer A breath and release For spirit to travel through me. Giving thanks to the plant teachers and those called to carry the stories and history, these film makers for working with Maestro and the Mamancunawa lineage. To all those walking with reverence for the more than human relatives. This is how we regain balance with the cosmos. Bowing to Pacha Mama. Power and Humility. Every gift from God is Part of it All, Never Apart, Undying Christ Consciousness love. Forever blooming Tabaco medicine. Full trailer and options to donate: @tobacco_thefirstplant @tandt_medicine @martijn.robert #sacredplants #plantteacher #plantmedicine #tobacco

14 years 💪🏽 I guess this is like the bar mitzvah of our relationship 😝 celebrating my mans @k.aldennis on Cinco de Mayo and all days. What a gift to grow with you, finding the balance of Us as it evolves over time. Thank you for choosing me and not trying to change me. Here’s to love and commitment in a modern day partnership.

A lil behind the scenes practice sesh with my secret guitar hero. This icaro has been working me for several weeks, and I’m figuring out what the chacapa vs uke vibes are. Changing kapos, working with harmony, play for the sake of play. Music as medicine in so many ways. Not a great quality video and still such a special moment in time. Gracias Tabacito, Abuelo Sagrado “Pipa” image from the talented @lobsangsecretart #tabaco #tabacoprayer #medicinemusic #pisac

B e l t a n e Reaching high with my tabaco prayer towards Pacha Tusan and the benevolent ancestors. Thank you for guiding us on this next big step. Taurus Sun, strong and stable, lead the way with consistency and grounded confidence. Scorpio Moon, illuminate the beauty of our passions and desires that we may ground them in this reality. Peak Spring, your energy flows through me. Blossoms and buds. Each cell opening in the sun. Prayers matter. Thank you for yours. Gracias Pacha Mama #beltane #pisac #fullmoon #fullmoonritual

Moving into this Full Moon in Scorpio with a major spectrum of feels. Attractions and aversions circling through my consciousness. “If it can be lost it isn’t love.” Keeping a most solid dream journal and letting this waking reality be a sum of answered prayers. Even if I can’t always affirm what I want and need have aligned, I can walk with faith. “Wishful thinking pledges to create heaven on earth. Recognize what is under thine feet and be thankful.” Voice activation meditations with @raraavisjourneys Sultry saucy dance floors with @josiah_loves_you Paperwork and big girl moves, letting my abundance manifest in new projects. Collaborating with far away friends and making new ones in the valley. Contact dance classes, long alpine adventures, prayers sent lakeside into the hands of all our relations. Remembering vocabulary and expressing myself in lots of languages. New picking patterns and tunes. Harmonizing and calling the divine in many names. Tea times all the times. More than human relatives guiding me on a journey of expansion and recalibration. Sacred flower baths and energy work. Horse therapy psychedelic cowgirl vibes and cloudy respite. Wide view angles. Crowded bus rides and city errands. Buying myself flowers and perfecting my cacao recipes. Hunting for royal jelly, bee pollen, and the best local honey. Raw milk, mamita’s kefir with mango and egg fruit, green juice, roasted veggies. Cassava crusts and Kirtan. Cactus dragon juice and aloe coca kintu. Going easy with my body and my desires. New fantasies coming online and grounding in the earth. Gracias pacha mama 🤍 #sacredvalley #pisac #pisaq #peru

10,000+ steps at 10,000+ ft altitude. Such a majestic visit to the Parque Archeológical Pisac to survey the ancient technology of the local civilization. Honoring Shiva with a Nataraja pose and praising these mountains for the views, mind blowing stone work, and gorgeous wildflowers. I took over a month off from working with hapé and had the absolute honor of meditating with this sacred snuff once again that my dear brother made. As soon as I opened my eyes, a massive eagle started circling around us. It was a surreal moment to have Pecho Blanco fly so close to us for so long. In Quechua, this is called Umpi. I’ve been in relation with birds of prey for many years, mostly connecting to Hawk and Owl, and this visit felt like an initiation into Eagle Medicine. I stretch my arms wide and feel the cold wind, imagine lifting off and tracking Mother Earth from an entirely new angle. Giving thanks for the clear air, the increased heart beats, epic travel buddies, and the magic of this Sacred Valley. My body and soul are enlivened with the connections I’ve made with dancers, musicians, and all the textile artists, of course. I haven’t taken many photos, so this also was the perfect excuse to bring some memories to the online bank. We’ve been singing, making delicious fresh food, lighting fires, attending circles, living slow and simple. This vortex helps me be the best version of me 🦙🪽✨ Gracias Pacha Mamita #sacredvalley #pisac #pisaq #perú

“Dreams in their development have Breath and Tears and Torture and a touch of Joy.” ~Lord Byron Been away in a dream…in deep study…in rest…practice… I walk with God So even bad days are blessings No fixation on irritation -it’s NOT always someone tryna mess with me The pecking order happens Nature choosing her battles Dogs bark. Monkeys fight Everyone gets rattled. So how to live in right relation Will change time and again. Good deeds, small wins And I lose now and then. Destiny says I learn from my mistakes; If experience is the best teacher Than I don’t victimize her wake. I HAD to drop it To know how to pick it up Trip-falter—stumble-fall Dust it off, fill my cup How I stay open Is my extent to how I receive. Spirit wants to help the Entire Universe Breathe So go salute the Sun And bid him farewell Bow to the moon and stars Cast Your Spell ✨ Spending weeks with my maestro in dieta is mostly a state of receiving, not doing. Working with the trees is something like surrendering to a lucid state that breaks down the identity. Something like a blood drive and a transfusion with spirit possession. Something like growing a new trail map of neural connections in my thinking awareness and soul. Cleaning to clear. Listening to hear. Unlearning to remember. Pay attention. Pray. Focus. Start again. Practice. In a super slow and soupy state reemerging into the world of social connection, modern to-dos, sharing meals, and coming out of introverted hibernation. I’ll be in the sacred valley till June if anyone is around. #sacredvalley #pisac #givethanks #pray

A change of season Gaia shedding the dark winter cocoon layer for spring bloom Brightening Light at the end of the tunnel Enlivening Moving away from old chapter routines Coming into right relation, again Being sister, daughter, auntie, beloved For the beloved All these ways And not just smooth sailing Here for the mediocrity, shaking off “some dramatic peak experience must maximize efficiency have to level up personal best or else it’s not worth it” Jet lag and sinus congestion Transforming once more Heading home to the jungle in Perú Feeling belonging in a patch of country this soul knows on such a deep level of welcoming Turning off the stimulus and the accessibility Learning. Healing. Residing in no expectation, not here to prove anything or demand results. The pleasure and pain as one, the boredom and the Aha! Moment is one. Might zone out about it. Might loop in a fantasy brain for a time. Get brought to my knees by a sickness and/or flicker of attraction and which one would I rather have? Who is to say good or bad? Hey there, middle path. Whatcha knowing? Come to watch your flowers growing. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Found you! Playing hide and seek from myself and truth and rinsing away the amnesia like a layer of dirt, an archeologist, wipe the foundation, cosmologist, walk the talk, cosmopolitan. Lose the look. Quit the impersonation: embrace perfection. Beyond.

When a friend actually nails it with a ridiculous m-AI-keover or whatever y’all name this 😝 Kyle and I had fun being feral in the jungle for the past few weeks. I had the luxury of cleansing and turning off my phone for a time, which was the perfect recipe for connecting with pacha mamita and healing some tings. I will absolutely spare the details of the not so luxurious parts and hope you enjoy this silly photo. Because ya we need to giggle more in these times! #80s #80sbaby #mullet #yourewelcome

Posting this to let our beautiful humming hive know *we only have 6 spots left* for the Greece retreat in September. This gathering will be a week of vocal activations, yoga, movement, breathwork and ceremonial spaces. Oh and an epic resort holiday on the island of Paros, complete with nourishing meals and time for self reflection 🤍 Message Sal if you have any questions and check the link in Susie’s bio if you’re ready to claim your place. #greece #paros #retreat #vocalworkshop