Clean water is wild hearted love

For my birthday I desire to help people in Ecuador have access to clean water. I desire to raise $1000 for, which buys 20 filters and provides sustainable water solutions to disadvantaged communities in the Amazon Rainforest, Andes Highlands, the Galapagos, and the coastal region affected by the 2016 earthquake.

Here's to more people having access to clean water so our brothers and sisters can drink, cook, clean with greater ease.

Do you want to help?

1. You can donate on the page below and/or

2. You can join me as a Teammate and fundraise for 10 filters, that's $500. Your raise will impact 1000 people with clean water for up to 10 years.

The Waterbearers is a 501(c)(3) that provides portable clean water systems around the world. Since 2016 their efforts have reached over 650,000 people with clean water through strategic partnerships and in-country organizations. Learn more

Shower the world with your love!!

Hello Love Caperers!

Valentine's Day is coming up...why not connect with a domestic abuse shelter and shower love on these women? Homemade valentine's cards, clothes, toiletries, chocolate, lotions...beautiful things for beautiful souls needing some love. Gather your friends together to make cards, collect donations and deliver to the shelter. Maybe some cupcakes too? Have fun as you shower these women with love and keep us posted!

Wouldn't it be amazing if this was happening all over the world this Valentine's Day. Spread the word, spread the love!

What are other ways can you share your love? Fill me up with new ideas!

Speaking out to create more freedom and reclamation

Today my volunteering for Mama Gena's School of Womanly Arts Experience Weekend continued as did my awe for women and this journey of reclamation. When asked how many women in the room had been sexually abused, harassed, verbally attacked almost everyone of the 950 women stood. It is a sobering and sad sight to see and yet we stood, we took each other in, we honored our sisters journeys- a woman who was raped by several men when a teenager during a robbery at her home. So many stories. So much grief and anger. 

And so we danced.

We held space as these women got into their bodies and moved through the grief, the anger, the rage, the indignation. 

I saw these women in their bodies sharing their stories, showing us the emotions. 

It is beyond powerful to witness such emotions. 

There are words which move too. 

But to bear witness to the impact of the attacks, the years of silence, or carrying shame, fear...

It is a sight to behold. 

And so we dance and hug and cry and scream so these emotions can at last be honored. 

I write this with humility to be able to hold space for all of this and with the prayer that as each of us speaks out and dances that we end this cycle of harassment, of abuse. 

Which means, well my prayer is, that so many girls and women after us will dance in joy. They will spend more of their life creating from wholeness, without the angst and the heartache and the need to gather in these groups to heal such pain. They will use their light, their intuition, their hearts to create more joy and love in the world, in their way.

And that is what is happening now- as we bring the darkness up to the light we alchemize it. We reclaim our true essence, our wild. 

So to the women today, I bow to your bravery, your courage. I bow to the women all over the world who are breaking their silence and speaking out and healing.

I bow, I bow, I bow.

Speaking your truth changes the world

I write this In honor of the great, eloquent, dedicated Martin Luther King, Jr and all other social justice advocates who have used their voices to change the world for the better. I love Sara Bareilles song Brave- which is a reminder to sing our songs to change the world. To speak our truths, our true deep needs to change the world. We are here to be brave, we are here to create equality for all. From clean water, to access to an education, the right to vote, the right to marry,  the right to walk down a street and feel safe. Sadly, the list goes on. 

So let our wild hearts sing our songs today and all days. The world needs us to sing. What is your song?

An excerpt from MLK's I have a dream speech. 

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ‘tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”