Dakota
I'm Dakota, an enrolled tribal member. My culture and spirituality are not just passions of mine—they are who I am. My studies are rooted in the Arts and Anthropology, and my path has included Cultural Resource Management work as well as cultural sharing through talks and presentations. Through my education, travels, and lived experience, life has continually guided me back to nature—where I find my deepest healing and connection. I also spent time as a professional photographer, a practice I now return to as a personal form of expression and joy. Nature has always been a teacher to me. There is profound healing in the natural world; Mother Earth reflects us back to ourselves when we take the time to listen. My intention is to help guide others back into that relationship—so we may reflect on our own journeys, reconnect with the land, and remember what it means to be in harmony with ourselves and the Earth.
On sacred geometry, the golden ratio, and what it means when the sky begins to speak in curves...
Oh, this journey is quite the ride. There are moments where we’re completely in it — cruising wave to wave, sun on our faces, feeling every bit of the bliss. And then something shifts. We hit a snag, get yanked from our boards, pulled under. No journey stays smooth the...
Sacred mushrooms, ancestral medicine, and the science finally catching up to what the grandmothers never forgot Before the clinical trials. Before the neuroscience journals. Before the podcasts and the retreat centers and the breathless headlines — there was a woman on a mountainside in Oaxaca, chanting through the dark....
Emotions are more than feelings. They are frequencies — vibrations that ripple through your being and shape your experience of reality. Every emotion carries a charge, a resonance that either expands or contracts your energy field. And like any instrument left unattended, your body can fall out of tune. Joy,...
She is rising. In just a couple of days, the Pink Full Moon will lift herself above the horizon — the first full moon to follow the spring equinox, arriving right on time, as she always has. Her name is not what you might imagine. The sky won’t blush rose...
