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You are being reorganized from the inside. I help people remember they have an inner life wiser than their thoughts.

05/30/2026

A supermoon floods. This one retreats.

It asks you to move toward it. To look harder.

La Loba doesn't wait for the bones to find her.

Not what are you willing to defend. What are you willing to go looking for, in the dark, without guarantee of finding it.

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05/26/2026

Most people are exhausted from battles that were never theirs to win.
What would it mean to turn toward the real one?

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05/22/2026

I had to travel to get there.

I don't remember what happened right before. I just remember what it felt like.

A womb.

Dark and held and older than anything I could name. The water, the rocks, the low light — none of it felt like outside. It felt like interior. Like I had gone far enough into the landscape that the landscape became me.

I wasn't cold. I wasn't afraid.

I was bare feet on stone and I was completely still and something was happening that I wasn't directing.

And then she arrived.

Not dramatically. That's the thing about her. She doesn't announce herself. She doesn't perform. She simply — is. Present behind the eyes. Looking out from a place that has stopped needing anything from anyone.

The crone.

My crone. Not the archetype in a book. Mine. The one who has been waiting for me to stop being so busy, so useful, so afraid of being seen as too much or not enough.

She looked out through my eyes at whatever was in front of me and she was not impressed or unimpressed.

She was just there.

Unhurried. Undefended. Done with what doesn't matter.

I found her that day.

Or she let me find her.

I'm not sure there's a difference.

This is the work. I know the terrain because I have been in it. A La Loba Soul Reading is a written document built from your natal chart, your current transits, and what I come to know of you in deep embodied conversation.

If something in these posts has named you —

You know where to find me.

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05/18/2026

Delicate. Durable. Both, at once, without apology.

It is fragile in my hands — I can feel that. The porousness of it, the places where time has thinned it. And it has outlasted everything soft about the creature it belonged to. The flesh, the breath, the weight of a living body moving through the world. All of that is gone. This remains.

That is not a small thing to hold.

There is strength in it. And stillness inside the strength. Not the stillness of something inert — the stillness of something that has already been through the worst of it and came out the other side as bone.

My hands know this before I do.

That's what I mean when I say recognition. It isn't a thought. It isn't me standing outside the moment and analyzing it. Something in me meets something in the bone and the introduction is already over. We already know each other.

I am kneeling in the dirt.

The sun is on my back. The earth is warm and old beneath me.

And I am holding something that is both the most fragile thing I've touched and the most enduring. Something that should not have survived and did. Something that looks like ending and isn't.

My body understands that before my mind has a word for it.

It always does.

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05/14/2026

I look at this image the way I look at a dream.

Not what does it mean. What is it asking me.

And when I sit with it honestly, the question that surfaces is the one I've been circling for a while now.

What am I finally ready to see clearly.

Not what I've survived. I know what I've survived. Not what I've kept when others would have let it go. I know that too.

This is different. This is the moment after the long carrying. After the desert heat and the years and the stripping away of everything that wasn't essential.

The skull is in the light now.

My body goes still. Something quiets. Time does something different.

Just the bone. Just the light. Just what's actually true.

That's the hardest thing. Not the carrying. Not the wandering. Not even the descent.

The willingness to see clearly what you've been holding.

My arms rise. The light comes through.

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05/10/2026

The first time I saw the desert, I smiled.
Not at anyone. To myself. The kind of smile you can't manufacture.

No one knew where I was. No one could find me. And what I felt wasn't relief. It was recognition.

I had been somewhere before that I couldn't name. And then I was standing in it.

The desert doesn't soften anything. The light is full and it doesn't negotiate. What can't survive the heat doesn't. What remains is what was always real — the bone, the stone, the thing that held its shape when everything else fell away.

I've spent a long time building a life from a blueprint that wasn't mine. The desert has no such requirement. It doesn't ask me to justify my presence. It doesn't ask me anything.

I go in and I lose the version of me that was assembled for other people's comfort. I don't mourn her. She was always the temporary one.

What's left is older. It knows things I can't account for knowing. It moves at a different pace. It is not in a hurry.

I didn't find the desert. I remembered it.

I don't know how else to say it. I arrived and I already knew where I was.

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05/08/2026

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05/06/2026

La Loba is the part of me that goes back.

Not forward — back. Back into the terrain I left behind, the parts of myself I set down because they didn't fit, because they frightened me, because the institution had no use for them, because I didn't yet know what they were worth. She is the one who remembers where I buried things.

She collects me. The version of me that knew things intuitively before I learned to distrust that knowing. The hunger I called too much. The wildness I called unprofessional. The grief I called weakness. The call I ignored for twenty years because I couldn't yet afford to hear it.

The singing is what happens when I stop arguing with what I find. That moment of yes. That is the song.

She doesn't wander looking for what others discarded. She wanders looking for what I discarded. And she does not leave without it.

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05/02/2026

Registration closes Wednesday.

You've been watching these posts. Thinking about it. Wondering if this is for you.

That's not an accident.

Your psyche is knocking. This is you answering.

The Dreaming Room. May 7, 14, 21, 28. Virtual.

Link in bio.

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04/28/2026

The Dreaming Room starts in 9 days.

If you've been curious but hesitant, I get it.

Dream work feels vulnerable. Sharing your dreams with others can feel exposing.

But here's the thing: your dreams aren't asking to be performed or explained away. They're asking to be witnessed. Held. Understood.
That's what this circle is.

Four Thursdays. May 7, 14, 21, 28. Virtual.

Link in bio.

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