To My Female Warriors

To all my lady friends who are moving through difficult or challenging times please remember this: We are women of strength, substance and adventure. We conquer our destinies while savoring the journey. We do not allow another to dictate our worth. We have learned through the past, ancestors, and our own experiences how to reinvent ourselves; how to find joy through the creative knowings; how to love deeply and move on; how to listen to the whispers of our divine spirit. We have learned the art of forgiveness, release, picking the pieces of what is fragmented and not allowing another to determine how long we must remain in darkness. We have found that light and dark are the balance of our existence. We hold these tributes to every obstacle that has been put in our way. My Goodness…we are fabulous! Look at us. We are the real thing. We may fall, scrape our knees, and get our fragile bodies back in business because we are the collective One. Thank you for being in my tribe. I love you all! Y’all become mirror reflections of what I need, have become and will continue to evolve into. It’s truly an honor to be walking this life alongside you.

Have a blessed day! ~Millie~

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Amazing Humanity

We met Pablo outside of a restaurant in Aguas Calientes. I was climbing up the road leaving a lung on the sidewalk. Days of hiking and climbing and I can still feel the intense stretching of my lungs.

He asked if we wanted lunch in broken English, “Señora, pizza and oxygen inside!” We laughed. We told him we would be back later.

We did. He is a charismatic young man. Matt and I sat outside so we could talk with him as he was wrangling up customers from the walkway.

Pablo is from the jungle. The real jungle of Peru. He has a scar on his face and I didn’t ask why but I bet he wrestled a puma. He came to Machu Picchu two years ago to explore. He loves it. He asked about America. He asked about life and travels. I asked about the many dogs around the city. They are friendly and they are free to roam around. I asked about the free-range children…little ones everywhere while doing remarkable well. He said nothing happens in this town. Everyone keeps an eye out.

Through observation, Machu Picchu is an ancient gathering space brought into the modern world. Life is laid back. People are in no rush for anything. There is one school in the main square and kids walk home happy as can be. I felt as if I was transported back to another time. It has a powerful esoteric power that changes you. Pablo confirmed it. We talked about the fairytale-pull it has.

Then his co-worker arrived and he practiced his English while Matt practiced his Spanish. Pablo wanted to take us dancing later and we told him we were headed back to Cusco. The two men are charming and engaging. But most of all authentic.

On our way out of town my husband said, “We should’ve taken a picture with them so you could write their story!”

So to Pablo and Juan of Machu Picchu, thank you for the present of being present with us, sharing your stories, making us laugh and teaching us compassion.

Infinite You

Last night on the train ride back to Cusco from Machu Picchu my husband asked me a question that took me a bit to answer, “What have you gotten from this trip?”

I paused. Took my arm and intertwined it with his, put my head on his shoulder and let the tracks below us speak through my silence.

After a bit I said to him, “I have learned that no matter how many times I return to this world I am still learning to be the best version. Doesn’t matter how much I resist my spiritual gifts, they still arrive on top of a mountain, an airport, in a restaurant…everywhere. So I might as well embrace them with openness. I have to stop punishing myself for what others fear and judge. And this and more is what I have gotten from this trip. Watching you evolve in your own walk has allowed me to beam brighter.” He kissed my forehead and smiled.

We must embrace who we are fully. Truly accept every part of the self, the spirit, the body. We aren’t any one thing. We are all and more. We move from here to there believing the illusions, participating in the lies and feeling slaved to a system that’s crumbling.

You are endless. You are magical. You are infinite. You are truth. And you are love.

(This painting was in a gallery and I love how it speaks of ancestors, the future, and the in-between).

Sacred Sharing

I met a Brazilian young woman on our tour of Machu Picchu. She had the tattoo in picture. I told her I loved it. I asked if she was finally free. She pulled me out of the line and shared her story.

She needed to say it out loud.

She has been traveling for 10 months through South America. I asked her how her spiritual quest was going? She teared up and hugged me, answering that question in an intimate level of vulnerability. She said that not many people understand what she’s doing (or the tattoo). She feels judged. I told her that judgment was people’s way of dealing with fear of what they don’t know. Her Spanish was pretty good and she said that it’s been the months of traveling. And…she continued with her story while holding my hand in joy for being understood.

There we were, two strangers climbing the sacred space unraveling in the mysteries of spirit. All she needed was to be heard. She is looking for purpose. Aren’t we all? What a gift to find such emotional stories on a magical place. Cheers to Shelley and her journey ahead!

Among the Ruins

Journeys take us out of the comfort zone exploring the parts of us that rarely get addressed. I love traveling. Always have. If it’s not around the neighborhood then the next two cities over. Whatever it takes to evolve spiritually. I can pack a bag in less than five minutes. I don’t Just crave adventure. I create it.

Meeting new people and hearing stories is my favorite of all things. I am forever enriched because of human stories. Why? Why the stories? Why do I tend to them? Because they connect us. They allow us to not feel alone. They push us to learn. They force us to look at things differently. They also heal us and make us whole for humanity’s sake.

Something happened as I was trekking up a sacred ruin near Machu Picchu. I felt it all. I was getting out of breath, sweating and aching. I stood among hundreds of folks and recognized myself in all of it. In all of them. The wind picked up, my husband asked me to stop and take a deep breath before continuing. I wasn’t planning on continuing so quickly. I needed to inhale the land. I needed to take in the landscape. I had a group of older folks in front of me who complained all the way up. I admire their determination but I could do without the theatrics.

So I stood to the side in one of the grass terraces, closed my eyes and allowed for ancestral spirits of the land to kiss me. I allowed the noises to disappear. I felt the intensity of magic and wonder. I was home.

The only other place I’ve ever felt this was in Ireland. This Sacred Valley is filled with myths and theories. The Incas were superstitious and truly advanced in nature. It was a civilization that has inspired the world. They were led by astronomy. I have read stories. I have watched documentaries. But nothing compares to being in the land, grounding energies all around me.

“We’ve been here, babe!” I whispered to Matt. “I have been in this place staring at the night sky many civilizations ago. We’ve been here together….” He remembered a past life regression I shared several years ago and there I was standing in the place. There I was being charged by every rock and stone. It took all of me not to cry. It was as if my soul opened up and poured nostalgia in every gust of wind.

My husband isn’t shocked by anything I say. He might not understand it but he doesn’t judge my knowing. It’s in that acceptance that I can be the person today and all the lifetimes before me without censoring a single moment. He signed up for this. The woo-woo and all.

I urge you to travel… anywhere. It doesn’t have to be this far. It can be a town away or another state. But, I ask that you go and explore those things that your soul craves because your spirit has a way of returning to old stomping grounds. When you get there you will know. All the stories will make sense. You will begin to feel compassion for life. You will understand the yearnings and dreams. You will understand who you are and what you need to know. I promise! Explore and evolve. We are truly more connected than you can see or sense.

Magical Encounters

I had one of the most fascinating flights ever. I sat next to a lovely young woman. She had the window. I was in the middle and Matt in the aisle. Before the plane took off we began to exchange stories. We talked for five out of the six hours. I asked what she did for a living. She said she had 2,800 snakes. You are reading correctly. She studies snakes. Venomous ones. She was coming to the Amazon for two weeks to find them with a film crew. Then she was going to Machu Picchu.

She’s like Dr. Dolittle. She’s an animal charmer and much more. She sure charmed me. She is a powerhouse but I don’t think she recognizes her magic. I sprinkled some fairy dust on her without her noticing. I feel after this trip to the jungle her life will change in extraordinary ways.

So imagine Tinker Bell meeting the little kid from the Jungle Book talking about her zoo and animal farm! She has three alligators. She showed me pictures of her feeding them and how intelligent they are. I will save you the details. She has wild cats that are magnificent. She understands animal spirits deeper than people ones. Her face lit up with every story she told of her many bites, coma, experiences and challenges.

When she was 15 years old she got bit by her first snake. Her body went into shock (and she gave me all the technical lingo of what happens). She was saved and became intrigued. That was the beginning of her journey. She made it her life’s purpose to study them. She says that what you fear pushes you to face those things otherwise you are paralyzed. Sort of like getting bit by a venomous snake. And only you can fix it. You hold the key.

By three hours into the flight we had discussed mysticism, energy, magic, people, passion, purpose and so much more. It was mind blowing. She’s done lots of shows in relationship to incredible things. This is not really who she is. She is this multifaceted being that has been transplanted into our world and she’s finding how she can help others but doesn’t quite know how. Yet…So…we looked at that too.

My sweet husband sat there reading a book the entire time. Every so often he would look up, make a comment and return to his novel. He was happy his wife was high on life.

I was transformed. She has this zest for life that’s rare. Her passion for saving animals is the same one I have for telling stories. We talked about that…the things that make us come alive. The reason we are here. The forces that push us to do what we do.

I fell in love in the sky. She is intelligent and stunning and full of energy that is rare. And, not so rare because we just want to be heard and understood. We want to know that we are not freaks. I got from her sharing that her life is not easy with people being intimidated by this strong and powerful spirit.

I begged her to continue sharing her stories and explore how she can change the world. I asked her, while holding her hands in mine, to find more of life that others are fearful of exploring. Cause she’s not. She fears nothing.

Oh, darlings, you just don’t know the magic of a divine appointment. Neither of us was suppose to sit together. At the last minute, when we got to the airport, Matt and I were switched. We were going to be sitting apart. She was suppose to be in another seat as well. But, the universe said, “It’s time! These three people need to meet. They need to connect!” And bang!!!! A new experience happened. Stay open to it all. It’s ahhhhmazing.

Be Kind

What does it mean to be present with someone’s pain? It means to see them. To feel them. And in that moment of acknowledgement you find a connection. Even through the smallest of acts.

Kali and I are visiting clients today. She asked to go to Starbucks to get her favorite bagel. I placed my order and ran with her to the potty. Upon returning to the counter I see her bag with my name on it and before I can grab it an elderly man with an oxygen apparatus grabs it and goes to a corner to eat it. I stood there in awed. I actually laughed in disbelief.

So I return to the line and asked for another. The young man asked if I got it and I tell him the little guy took it. He’s shocked. I asked him to please not make a big deal. So he gifts me another bagel. I ask to please pay for it. He tells me, “No way! You are too kind and generous. The man should be paying for it!”

I stand there, folks in line behind me, and I motion him with my index finger to come closer over the counter. “He is dying. You and I are not. Well, maybe but not at this moment. Let’s gift him this moment of consideration.”

His eyes water. I move away from the line. The elderly man is struggling with Kali’s bagel. I wink at him even though he avoids my eyes. I see him. He lowers his eyes in shame. I see the cream cheese leak out of his mouth. I grab a napkin and hand it to him.

“God bless you. Would you like some coffee?” I asked.

Tears start to swell in his eyes. “No, thank you.” He whispers it as if each syllable cuts his throat.

Kali and I grabbed our new package and leave. She said, “Mama, that man is going to heaven too!”

I sit with her in the car feeling the sorrow. And I pray for a smooth journey. We are all on this path trying to find ourselves.

Be kind, darlings! You never know the battles others are enduring. Every minute we get an opportunity to learn a lesson. Stay open to that magic. ~m.a.p.