the ancestors will always leave room

in april’s collective pulse, the ancestors spoke of community. and the more i leaned into their message, the more i realized i was being initiated into something new: a new community, a new role, a new way of guiding.

before this month, i was deep in reflection, coming to understand that the greatest gift of all is to be of service. i finally realized the thing i’d been trying so hard to find, the thing i thought i had to discover in isolation, was waiting for me through connection, through serving.

oh, and how long it took me to get here. i spent years running from it. i’d learned to resent the very thing i needed most. i associated it with pain, with giving away my power. i feared the thing that was always meant to heal me.

but through selfless offerings to my community, my voice returned. through holding space and sharing their stories, stories that had been forgotten, stolen, or silenced, i found myself. in every truth i offered, i unearthed parts of my own.

and now, the ancestors have put me to work — consistent, purposeful work rooted in community.

i’ve been initiated into more. a path that once frightened me, especially when i thought it was about me. but it’s not. it’s about us. it’s about guiding souls back home to their sovereignty, to their unshakable joy, just like i’ve learned to do for myself.

i’m always in awe of their love, their direction, and how the simplest messages expand into the deepest feelings.

“work” for me usually lives in my mind… it shows up in thoughts during showers or long walks, in messages that arrive after an offering, in the quiet of dreams. it looks like client sessions and meditations on small themes that somehow guide me deeper.

and sometimes, it looks beautifully chaotic: two notebooks, six (or more) tarot decks, a dry erase board, many pens, five highlighters, my ipad, incense, a white candle, and a spirit guide nearby.