01/21/2026
I was a struggling child. Solid in academics, yet broken to pieces inside. Confused by the world around me, the body I lived in, and the faces that stared back. In a constant state of conformity, panicking to fit in, picking and preening until I was hairless, soulless. I would have broken my own bones to fit into the shape of someone lovable, all before I even reached middle school.
When I walk into schools now, I do so still holding that little girl in my heart. I protect and cherish the vulnerability, innocence, and joy that was almost lost. I walk in as her, just a little grown up, and the kids can tell something is different. They feel safe, intrigued, and excited to explore what I have to offer, to play with me. To play, to wonder, to feel… something adults are conditioned to forget.
To all of the children, thank you. For you do far more for me than I could do for myself when I needed it. For every little boy who gets excited to move his body when I walk into his classroom, and the little girls who cannot help but run up and tell me I sing so pretty, and ask to touch my curly hair, you heal the very parts of me that were bullied for the exact things you love me for.
Bless you. May the Great Spirit protect you.
I pray that my offerings of sound, movement, and stillness help guide you on your journey of preserving your precious souls.
