by NalaWalla | Jul 3, 2026 | conscious collapse, griefwork, liberation practice, lineage repair
ON GRIEF, GRATITUDE AND THE MATRIOTIC DUTY OF NATIONHOOD As the United States approaches its 250th birthday, I’ve been sensing something stirring. Not patriotism exactly. It’s something more like “matriotism,” as there is a distinctly motherly...
by NalaWalla | Apr 27, 2026 | activism, ancestors, ancestral healing, ceremony, lineage repair, ritual, ritual skills
RITUALS FOR PEACEMAKING – OFFERINGS TO THE MOTHER I want to take a break from politics, from all the outrage and argument, and talk about Mother. Not just about our actual mothers and grandmothers. Not just about mothering. I want to go way back, to the...
by NalaWalla | Mar 3, 2025 | ancestors, ancestral healing, lineage repair
I love my work. Nearly every day, I get to sit with ancient grandmothers and grandfathers from around the globe.I feel so lucky that I can hardly believe it. When I’m in an ancestral healing session, helping folks connect with the wise and deeply-rooted ones in...
by NalaWalla | Oct 26, 2022 | ancestors, ancestral healing, ancestral nutrition, food activism, liberation practice, lineage repair, ritual skills
The daylight is fast waning, the leaves are swirling and dropping, chill winds are carrying the howls of the wild. After a long growing season of flower and fruit, our attention now turns towards the annual cycle of death and renewal. Many cultures...
by NalaWalla | Jan 24, 2019 | ancestors, ancestral nutrition, liberation practice, lineage repair
“These taste even better now than they did in the summer!” remarks my son Montana, as he licks a frozen popsicle on this clear January day. Indeed. In the dead of winter, our bodies are longing for scarce fresh vitamins and antioxidants, so...
by NalaWalla | Apr 28, 2018 | ancestors, griefwork, lineage repair, Uncategorized
Sweet Spring swings back round the wheel of the year Chirping frogs and bursting blossoms Lovely lady dandelion with her impossibly yellow mane. Her perky face popping among the grasses Always reminds me of my mother going to her grave adorned in golden garlands Each...
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