Dearest Ancient Ferns, 🌿

In these times of turmoil, we are being called—gently, firmly, relentlessly—to rise into our highest selves… our highest cells.
It would be easier to turn away, to sweep the truth under the rug. But even the things we bury find their way to the surface. The earth remembers. So do our bodies. 🌀

What does Rising mean to you?

For me, Rising means being fearless in following my path.
It means not spending my precious time convincing others that McDonald’s is better just because that’s what’s been taught.
Because for me, McDonald’s—and all that it symbolizes: the mass-produced, the fluff, the inauthentic—doesn’t serve me.
Not anymore.
I’ve tasted something deeper. Something wilder. 🌺

I came across a book recently: We Will Be Jaguars by Nemonte Nenquimo. Just reading the title sent a pulse through my spirit.
We will be jaguars. 🐆
Not tame. Not convenient. Not waiting.
Jaguars don’t ask for permission. They don’t follow the well-lit path. They see in the dark. They remember the way back.

Rising is remembering.
It’s the refusal to stay small.
It’s trusting the whisper in your bones even when the world is loud.
It’s letting go of performance and walking rooted in what is real.
It’s living from the inside out, not the billboard in. 🌱

For me, Rising is knowing I don’t need to convince anyone. I just need to keep going.
To be with the trees. To ground with Madre Tierra. To move with the rivers. To speak when the wind speaks through me. 🍃🌊💨
To trust that the incorporeal—what can’t be seen or sold—is often the most sacred.

So I ask you, beloveds:
What does Rising mean for you?

With love and wildness.

Madrina