Many Gurus started out with the natural intention of “helping others,” but are easily swept away by the marketing of self-image and the cult of the individual. — Here in the modern West, we think that to be a Guru, whether spiritual or self-help, is to be special, someone who holds the keys to light and healing. It’s to be someone inspiring who knows things and holds the answers we seek and the meanings we yearn for.

A Gathering of Artists, Researchers, Activists and Authors, through Lectures, Rituals, Stories and Tales. — This is a pioneer gathering in Portugal about the need to intertwine Ecology and Mythology; about the importance of how we tell stories, be they personal, cultural, social, scientific or even political. ACCESS the Event here.

The Eco-Mythological Mountain Bloodline — First, a prayer, then a libation, and later an offering. To speak of Lady of Orada we need to dive deep into primal devotion and mineral body memory, not fearing the evanescent abyss. The heart-threads we will weave are frail and ancient, for we are venturing beyond the recent translation of this potent natural force and feral beings. …

Shape-shifting prayer — The polymorphic body dissolves and tears. Transforms and dismantles. Dissipates Unties Dismembers Disintegrates The polymorphic body needs metamorphosis to remain whole. To merge with Life. To aggregate to the ground. To break and emerge. Metamorphosis is inevitable, but we do not always have a cocoon. Life pulls and pushes Inexorably Swallows and spits Rips…

ESSAYS ON ECO-MYTHOLOGY — New book! My current line of work keeps me looking for stories of place, and myths, constantly searching for different versions of local folktales. One of my motivations to keep unearthing and recovering the submerged layers of my culture, is to rescue other ways of relating, different forms of telling stories, that…

Thank you! We walk in togetherness.

Every week I try to visit the Creek at different points along its course and at different times of the day. We visit each other, me and the flowing waters, feeding everything around — the waters recognize me and give me back my belonging and presence. This is an intoxicated…

Obrigada 🙏

The Three Ladies There on the top of the hill, among the rocks, right at the edge of the spring, lived three Ladies. They danced under the moon and the stars, waving in the wind melodies. They had grown up there, the three sisters intertwined. They talked to the freshwater flowing from the…