Harvester of Healing

01/29/2026

01/27/2026

In the picture I have already removed the larger leaves, upon removal, these thoughts began to flow.
Today I learned something fascinating about myself and the world I walk through.
Apparently, I can go to the chiropractor, Kroger, Parker’s, Goodwill, visit friends, say hello to my mother, and see my doctor, with two full-sized leaves and several sticks proudly living in my hair, and not a single soul feels compelled to say a word.
Not one person said,
“Hey…....just so you know…...nature has claimed you.”😅😅😅
So now I’m left wondering, Is this simply considered on brand for me?
Have I crossed some invisible threshold where people think,
“Oh, that’s just Tereasa. She’s probably mid-ritual.”
Let me be clear 😂
If you come to the farm?
If we’re in ceremony?
If I’m deep in the woods speaking to trees?
Absolutely. Leaves in my hair are intentional. Sacred, even.
But if you see me out in the civilized world, at Parker’s, grocery shopping, or sitting in a doctor’s office, please know,
I am not actively communing with the forest at the checkout counter.
So consider this a standing invitation. If you see sticks or leaves casually hitchhiking in my hair while I’m running errands, feel free to lovingly bring me back to the human realm.
I promise I won’t be offended.
I’ll probably just laugh, thank you…...
and quietly reflect on how thin the veil really is between woman and woodland creature 🌿✨

01/27/2026

Staying in opposition alone is still a trap.
To live forever against things is to let them set the rhythm of your nervous system. It keeps your attention bound to what you oppose instead of anchored in what you are here to embody. Reaction is not sovereignty. Rage is not wisdom.
I’m not here to be against humanity, against my neighbors, or against those who are also trying to make sense of a collapsing world. I’m here to be for coherence. For life. For dignity. For solutions that do not require domination, deception, or fear to function.
Spiritual maturity is not bypassing injustice, but it is also not living in perpetual resistance. Being “against” can awaken you. Staying there hardens you. And a hardened heart cannot bring about a new world.
What I stand for is clarity without cruelty. Discernment without dehumanization. Power that does not need to surveil, coerce, or sacrifice the innocent to sustain itself.
If your awakening requires an enemy, it is incomplete.
If your truth needs a tribe to be valid, it is fragile.
If your sense of righteousness blinds you to suffering, no matter who it belongs to, it is not sacred.
I choose a different posture.
Not passive. Not neutral.
But rooted.
Rooted in the refusal to become what I oppose.
Rooted in the belief that solutions exist beyond binaries.
Rooted in the knowing that real change does not come from screaming louder, but from seeing more clearly.
This moment is not asking us to pick a side.
It’s asking us to pick a level of consciousness.
AHO 🙏

01/25/2026

Today I chose to build an altar, an altar of gratitude.
Not the easy kind of gratitude.
But the kind that bows to all of it.
There was a time when the hard experiences felt like punishment.Like I had failed.
Like life was keeping score and I had somehow fallen short. In those moments, I couldn’t see meaning, only endurance.

Now, with gentler eyes, and a more open heart, I can see and feel differently.
Even in those hardest seasons, something was clarifying. Something was teaching me how to be present, how to stay awake inside my own life.The pain did not come to condemn me.
It came to refine my seeing! 🙏

As I gathered pieces for this altar, I noticed I was drawn to what had been discarded.
Branches fallen to the ground. Wood from our house projects
Fragments shaped by time, not chosen for beauty, but for truth.
What the world might pass over, I welcomed back into meaning.

I added flowers from a previous ritual, blooms that already carried prayers, breath, intention.They arrived holding their own memory of gratitude, their energy not finished, only transformed.
Nothing wasted.
Nothing separate.

I am grateful now because I can stand in this moment with clearer vision.
Even through the hard times, presence was being formed. Even through loss, devotion was learning how to live in my body.
And gratitude for the beautiful things, the softness, the unexpected joy, the moments of awe that remind me why I stay.
That life is not only endured, but deeply experienced.

An altar holds without judgment.
It does not divide light from shadow.
It just says, Everything belongs here!
As I share an image of what I created,
know this isn’t about perfection or display.
It is a living conversation.
Each object placed with reverence.
Each offering a quiet thank you to life itself.
This altar is a pause.
A witness.
A remembering.
And today, I chose reverence.
AHO 🙏

Just for some extra fun.I am in everything.Can you find me?

01/24/2026

To the witches and shamans, the energy healers and body workers,
to the root doctors and root workers, to the priests, priestesses, and all who move energy in body, mind and spirit. Transmuting, hate to love.♡♡♡
We are not here by accident, and we are not here in one place. We are spread across cities, villages, deserts, forests, coastlines, and borders for a reason. What you are feeling, the fatigue, the grief, the steady knowing that something is wrong, is shared. It is not isolated. It is signal.
The systems we live inside rely on separation. They fracture community, flatten culture, and convince people they are alone in their seeing. Fear, distraction, and silence are not side effects, they are mechanisms.
We were never meant to uphold this.
Magic is not aesthetic. It is structural. It stabilizes reality by restoring right relationships between people and land, body and spirit, ancestor and descendant. That work does not belong to one culture, one lineage, or one location. It requires many hands, placed precisely where they are needed.
This is why we are everywhere.
Some of us hold cities. Some of us hold land. Some of us hold bloodlines, hospitals, prisons, classrooms, kitchens, borders, and thresholds. Each placement matters. No one role is higher than another. Together, we form a living network, distributed, resilient, and difficult to silence.
What cannot survive truth is already losing coherence. Systems built on extraction and control falter when they are no longer fed. Authority without integrity collapses under its own weight. This is not collapse for spectacle, it is correction.
Our role is not to convert, rescue, or dominate.Our role is to stabilize.
We do this by refusing to amplify fear, outrage, or hopelessness. By practicing work that restores life, memory, and community. And by recognizing one another as allies without demanding sameness.
No single path holds the full truth. Unity does not require uniformity. It requires coherence, many distinct practices moving in right relationship.
Those who work with integrity are already being felt. Their presence grounds rooms. Their words travel farther than effort. Their work spreads because it is aligned. Those who manipulate or exploit lose influence quietly, not through punishment, but through loss of resonance.This is not morality. It is physics.
You are not late.
You are not imagining this.
You are not alone.
You are where you are because the work there matters.
Do your work where your feet are.
Protect life in your sphere.
Speak plainly.
Build what can endure.
Bless what is real.
Recognize other practitioners, across oceans and traditions, as connected points in the same living field. Control systems cannot survive coherence.
And coherence is returning.

01/20/2026

When was the last time something ordinary felt miraculous to you?

01/20/2026

Embracing uncertainty isn’t about becoming passive or lost.
It’s about learning to rest inside the unknown without panicking.
Uncertainty can be overwhelming when the nervous system believes not knowing is dangerous.
So the work isn’t,“How do I figure this out?”
It’s“Can my body stay regulated while this remains unclear?”
When the body feels safe, the mind loosens its grip.
A simple practice I like to do, place a hand on your chest or belly and say quietly,
“I don’t know… and I’m still safe.”
Curiosity is uncertainty’s gentlest companion. Certainty demands conclusions. Curiosity asks questions without requiring immediate answers.
Instead of,“What does this mean?”
Reframe to,“What might this be teaching me?”
“What’s unfolding that I can’t see yet?”
Curiosity keeps the heart open while the story remains unfinished.
Uncertainty doesn’t mean nothing is stable.
You can always know, your breath.The sensation of your feet on the ground.The fact that this moment is happening now.
Grounding in the present gives the psyche something solid while the future stays fluid.
Control often disguises itself as responsibility, vigilance, or “being prepared.”
Ask yourself,“What am I trying to manage that was never actually mine to hold?”(this was my alter question)
Letting go isn’t abandonment, it’s right sizing your role in the mystery.Trust doesn’t arrive all at once. It’s built through micro experiences.
Notice those moments when you u didn’t know what would happen, and it turned out okay, or something unexpected brought insight or relief.Waiting revealed clarity that forcing never could. Collect those moments. They rewire belief.
Certainty is static.
Uncertainty is movement.
Every meaningful transformation, grief, healing, birth, spiritual awakening, lives in uncertainty.
You are not lost.
You are becoming.

01/19/2026

Yesterday I began my teacher training in a beautiful modality called Morning Altars, and it has already stirred something deep and quiet within me. It feels less like learning a practice and more like remembering one.
One of the most profound reflections from our first day was that certainty is not wisdom.
Wisdom remains curious. It listens. It asks. It stays in relationship with mystery.
Certainty, on the other hand, closes the door ending inquiry where life is still speaking.
And perhaps this is why curiosity is so needed in the world right now. We are living in a time shaped by polarization, urgency, and rigid narratives that demand allegiance rather than understanding. Curiosity softens those edges. It creates space where certainty has hardened. It allows us to pause long enough to truly see one another, and ourselves, without immediately reaching for conclusions. Curiosity keeps us human.
As I created my altar, I felt how ritual invites us back into wonder. Each object became a conversation rather than a conclusion. Nothing needed to be fixed, proven, or finalized, only witnessed and honored. In that space, presence replaced knowing, and reverence replaced control.
I’m sharing a few images of the altars I created yesterday, not as finished expressions, but as living prayers, open, evolving, and responsive to the moment.
I feel a strong calling to share this practice.
To gather together.
To slow down.
To create sacred space with our own hands and hearts.
Would you be interested in coming together for a Morning Altar workshop, where we explore this practice collectively and create altars side by side?
If this stirs something in you, I’d love to hear.

01/17/2026

The year of the snake doesnt do its final shed until February 16th. There is still time to let go of what doesn't serve you.

You may have come through the new year on the Gregorian calendar, but feel like you're still battling to let go of some things that are still making you feel weighed down.

Use the power of the snake energy to help you shed that and exhale it out. See yourself shedding the skin that no longer serves, wriggling right out of it with ease. Do this daily in a little visualisation so it becomes an 'easy' vision of release.

01/17/2026

A Death Cafe is a non-profit, agenda-free gathering where people drink tea, eat cake, and discuss death in a relaxed, confidential setting to increase awareness of mortality, help people make the most of life, and normalize conversations about dying.
As a certified death doula, I have a different perspective on death and dying. I'm planning a death cafe the first week of March, looking to see who's interested?
What is Death Cafe

At a Death Cafe people gather to eat cake, drink tea and discuss death. Our objective is 'to increase awareness of death with a view to helping people make the most of their (finite) lives'.