Since I can remember, I have always felt a deep-rooted connection to my inner self, my community, and to Spirit, guided by the devotion and the spiritual practices of my ancestors before me.

Growing up in white evangelical & pentecostal churches, I was given many opportunities to practice my spirituality, but there were limits and confines to what that could look like. I found myself contorting to fit into boxes never designed to hold all of me; boxes formed by oppressive systems like white supremacy and patriarchy which only produced layers of shame, exclusion, manipulation, and trauma.

The conflict between evangelicalism and my own intuitive ways of knowing is what eventually led me to leave the church and embark on a journey to reimagine my faith and reconnect to Spirit in a way that felt true to myself, my culture, my community, and my ancestors.

The beginning of my journey was extremely lonely, isolating, and full of grief. Who could I talk to about what I was experiencing? Who would understand? I was in desperate need of communal care, but no longer belonged in spaces that held me in my past. (Can you relate?)