Diverse Energy Works: DEW

07/24/2025

Simply said….💗

07/22/2025

Looking forward to supporting tween-age girls gear up for their transition back to school through self reflection and new skills to navigate their ever change world 🌎 🖊️ 📔 ✂️ 🌳 🪞👣Feel free to share with parents/caregivers 😌

07/21/2025

Happy International Moon Day🌓🌒🌑🌘🌗🌖🌕

07/17/2025

The resourcing and healing practices you do for yourself today are supported by those who walked before you and the star seeds of those to come. Self reflection, saying “yes” to self care, setting healthy boundaries, time in nature, taking in good food, and speak your truth are but a few ways to resource the process👣🌀🌳🌊🦌🔥🧘🏽🥗🍓

In the hush of morning light,
where the sun walks slow across the grass,
a boy named Wâpikwan sat with the drum of his people —
round as the moon, deep as memory.

His fingers held a bundle of sage,
its smoke curling like a story finding its way home.

Behind him, shadows of stone —
a school with too many sorrows locked inside.
It once swallowed songs and silenced names.
But not today.

Today, Wâpikwan sang without sound.
He prayed with the smoke,
and the earth listened.

The trees leaned in.
The sweetgrass swayed.
The old ones came.

Not in footsteps…
but in the breath of wind,
in the warmth of dawn,
in the feathered hush of spirit.

One stood tall behind him —
an ancestor made of memory and light.
No words were spoken,
but Wâpikwan heard:

“You are the echo of those who could not speak.
You are the fire we carried in silence.
You are the child who remembers — and heals.”

And so the boy sat,
not alone,
but woven into the roots of everything.

The drum before him beat softly —
like a heart learning to love again.

And where the smoke rose,
so did hope.

—Kanipawit Maskwa
John Gonzalez
Standing Bear Network

07/16/2025

We are made from star dust-truly😌✨🌃

Human hair contains trace amounts of minerals like calcium and iron, which are essential for bodily functions and come from the food we consume.

Fascinatingly, the origins of these elements can be traced back to ancient star explosions, specifically supernovae.

In the distant past, massive stars produced heavy elements like calcium and iron through nuclear fusion. When these stars exploded, they scattered these elements across the universe.

Over billions of years, this cosmic material became part of the dust and gas clouds that formed our solar system, the Earth, and ultimately, all living organisms.

So, while it may sound poetic, it's scientifically true that the atoms in our hair—and our entire body—were formed in the hearts of ancient stars, making us literally made of star stuff.

06/24/2025

Early walk today with Sir Archie before the Sun’s rays became too extreme. I walked the shaded trails and enjoyed the dappled sunlight flowing through the canopy of the trees. I could feel webs brush on face, arms, and legs interrupting the work of the Wee Creatures. I came upon a large web just to the side of the path. I stood to enjoy the wonder of the work that I guess took many hours. I took in the stillness of the web as the gentle breezes moved it ever so slightly. I became curious about which Wee One might be awaiting the vibration of something being caught and held by their sticky web work. To pounce, wrap, and prepare for the feast. It brought an anxious tension to my awareness. A parallel to how one might exist in the world. Weaving, preparing and waiting for what’s to come. A response cultured by familial, environmental, and historic experiences. How might it feel for those with security, freedom, fear, trauma, or numbness to the Web of Life? Lean in to gentleness to express kindness to others as we usually don’t know what type of Web another might be tending and the response they’ve been entrained to. 🕸️🌀💜A’Ho🕷️

06/21/2025

A quick read and An invitation to pause and take in all the beauty in nature and within yourself. Let wonder take you to the place of your dreams. Offer deep gratitude for yourself for engaging in this reflective practice🌀👣🌞🌅

Long ago, before the names of months were written down, the people watched the sky to tell time. They didn’t need calendars—just the language of the stars, the shape of the moon, and the way the sun moved across the sky.

One morning, an old man named Mînamêw woke before the birds. The air was thick with dew, and the silence was so deep, it felt like even the trees were holding their breath.

He stepped out of his lodge and looked east. The sky was already painted with that golden hush—the one that comes only once a year.

He called out to his grandchildren, “Come now. Hurry. The sun is going to stand still today.”

The little ones laughed. “Nôhkom said the sun always moves!”

But Mînamêw only smiled. “Today, it slows down. Not to rest, but to remind us.”

So they walked—Mînamêw with his cane carved from lightning-struck birch, the children with bare feet skipping over cool moss and wet stone.

They climbed a hill the old man had climbed many times before. But this time, when they reached the top, he didn’t speak. He just waited.

And as the sun crested the horizon, something strange happened.

It didn’t rush up like usual. It rose slowly—stretching its arms across the sky, lighting every tree, every insect wing, every drop of river mist with a glow that felt ancient.

The children grew quiet. Even the wind sat down beside them.

After a while, one of them whispered, “Is the sun really standing still?”

Mînamêw nodded. “Just for a moment. Long enough for the earth to catch her breath. Long enough for us to remember.”

“Remember what?”

He looked at them with eyes full of sunrise. “That we belong to something much older than worry. Much bigger than fear. That even light must pause to listen.”

And in that stillness, they heard it.

The flutter of wings.
The far-off echo of a loon.
The heartbeat of the land, steady and true.

That night, they returned home different. Not because the sun had changed—but because they had.

Ever since then, when the summer solstice returns, the people say the sun is watching.

Watching who still remembers.
Watching who still listens.
Watching who still carries the fire.

—Kanipawit Maskwa
John Gonzalez
Standing Bear Network

06/12/2025

I invite you to settle into the space or place you are in. Set the intention of resetting your mind and body through nature. Observe the air moving in and out your body. Play the 30 second video and notice if there is a shift in your mindset. Give yourself gratitude for trying this experiment 🌀🌻

06/10/2025

For my alpha female clan👣🐾💗

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