The LIGHT HOUSE Reclaim Belonging

The LIGHT HOUSE Reclaim Belonging Belonging Studio, RECLAIM BELONGING RECLAIM your BELONGING to the pachumama our mother.

Spiritual Artist in all avenues of creativity, Shaman Medicine Women, studying with the Shamans of the high Andes of Peru, zydeco and cajun dance instructor, bee keeper, mixed media sculptures all woven with medicine, one of a kind wearable art clothing, ceremonial jackets/cloaks created while in ritual for empowering wearers medicine .. All materials I use are recycled, all one of a kind Inspired by spirit, to bring light and joy to the world

Full moon rise over Bayou Fuselier and The Light House.
08/10/2025

Full moon rise over Bayou Fuselier and The Light House.

Sometimes you just get itch to make a hat. When I'm wearing 👁️ eyes, or black and white I'm attempting to channel Heyoka...
07/26/2025

Sometimes you just get itch to make a hat. When I'm wearing 👁️ eyes, or black and white I'm attempting to channel Heyoka medicine. Planting new seeds in the upside down world to make it right side up.

The Remembering TreeL. Henderson PreludeThere is a tree beyond the veil,Rooted deep in memory’s trail,Its branches lift ...
07/03/2025

The Remembering Tree
L. Henderson

Prelude

There is a tree beyond the veil,
Rooted deep in memory’s trail,
Its branches lift through sky unseen,
Between the worlds, both waking and dream.

Each pod within its bark does keep
A soul at rest, a sacred sleep—
Not trapped, but held in warm repose,
While time reweaves what no one knows.

Their wings are folded, feathered breath,
Not bound by age, nor life, nor death.
They dream of earth and skies once sung,
Of stories told when time was young.

A child once came with song in hand,
Drawn to this vast, remembering land.
She sang a tune without a name,
Yet every root recalled the same:

“When the song is sung, the wings will rise,
When truth is felt behind the eyes,
When heartbeats match the ancient tree,
The sleeping ones will wake and see.”

The elder stirred beneath the bark,
A shimmer sparked, the sky grew dark.
But still the light began to grow,
From wing to pod to roots below.

She sang again, and leaves did chime,
Awakening what waits in time.
The tree held space for all to be—
In dream, in pulse, in memory.

So if you find yourself alone,
Near sacred wood or mossy stone,
Place your hand and hum the key,
And listen near The Remembering Tree.

May 15th – Spiral of Light, Day of the IncaPoetic Remembrance for the Pyramid of LightEvery year, I remember.May 15th, t...
05/15/2025

May 15th – Spiral of Light, Day of the Inca
Poetic Remembrance for the Pyramid of Light

Every year, I remember.
May 15th, the seventh day,
the day the Inca steps out into light.
The day the Pyramid awakens.

We rose before the sun,
taking the first bus,
holding palo santo,
flowers, kintus, mesas—
the breath of the sacred in our hands.

There were twenty-one original women,
a bouquet of light called together.
Some came for one year,
some for two, others for four
but thirteen completed the seven-year path.
Thirteen were initiated
as Hampi Kamayak in 2016,
keepers of the healing light.

We stepped into the spiral,
left foot first,
diagonal into the dance—
breath as rhythm,
heart as compass,
silence as prayer.

At the center stood Judy,
branches lifted to the east,
waiting for the first ray—
the kiss of the sun.
The Inca climbed to eat light.
And we waited,
still and holy.

When that ray touched the branch,
it lit her hands,
then lit our left shoulders—
fire passed down the line.
One by one, we were ignited.
Unspiraling, we rose,
right foot out,
ascending through light,
reborn in brilliance.

We circled the plaza until noon,
holding the light in silence.
Machu Picchu—light of the Earth—
fed the Antiguantana,
the hitching post of the sun.
And in that nourishment,
the world was lit for one more year.

On our final year, 2016,
we received a new rite—
the Ceremony of the Ascended Masters.
Seeds placed on the left
for those arriving.
Cooked food on the right
for those completing.
Light in both hands.

Now, years have passed.
Seven, eight—I no longer count.
But this day lives in me.

I sit in the memory,
in the fire,
in the sacred knowing
that we danced light into the world,
and it answered.

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04/30/2025

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02/01/2024

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