Ancestral Healing & WILD WISDOM
Two Calabrian witches doing ancestral healing in the forest. Maria is a powerful artist and woman that’s paving a new way to stay connected to the old ways that provide nourishment for our souls and bodies.
“Do you want to go to this waterfall?” Maria asked me. “Uhmmmm hello!” We discovered a massive yoni temple for rebirthing.
I am here in Italy on an ancestral pilgrimage after getting the intuition and pulling it all together in a week.
My great Grandmother Rosa is from Calabria and the story my 100-year-old Capricorn Grandfather tells us is that she came to the US after killing her husband.
Rosa has shown up in ancestral healings I’ve done as a source of protection. I’ve had the vision of her finally being able to put down the knife, and land in a soft place.
The knife/sword symbolizes not just what we cut out and kill but how we curate our lives. The discernment that comes from living.
The shame that was never ours to begin with gets released when we soften into the core of love.
One day I am eating the best gnocchi of my life in Roma while reading Pablo Neruda (as you do), and I felt my grandmothers - even the mean one who never got over her abandonment even for a second - enter my body and taste the food I was eating.
On this journey, I went on alone, I was never alone. I met a man Pino who looked just like my dead father, and he fed me the best pasta. I was guided and given so much that I could only imagine the many ways I will give back. Through story and song. Through dance and healing — the ways, we hold the past in our body through ancient wisdom and animism.
When we entered the village Rosa was from, the first wild-eyed, loud-mouthed old lady we saw, I knew we needed to follow. We went into the door she entered, which was a thrift store wiith SO much stuff, everything was EXTRA in this village, INCLUDING THE THICK SHAKTI IN THE CHURCH we snuck into and the dogs f*cking right outside of it.
The first thing I see is a powerful wood-cut snake with gems on it. I knew I was home in more ways than one.
In the old part of the town, there was a washing station and a man weaving baskets.
I laid down my offerings on the broken stone of the mostly abandoned homes and remembered. We are here for a reason.
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