For most of my life I have been called a rebel, someone that has a problem with authority. I’ve worn that label as a badge of honor, and I owned my rebellious heart. Reveled in the joy of being against the system, that I was going to do it my way.

Yet, when I was a child, they would have described me as the one prefect child, always doing as I was told, not getting in trouble, quiet and unseen as children were supposed to be. I was raised in very strict LDS house and fully believed that if I put one toe out of the line of God I would be taken straight to hell

Who am I, I’m a healer, I am the storm.

All my life I’ve been fighting to be who I’m supposed to be, while fighting against who I’m supposed to be. It’s been a rough healing journey to stand vulnerable offering the Wisdom that I’ve learned along this path and the Wisdom that is passed to me through my ancestors and guides. Why is it so scary to pass along this information?