02/09/2026
From Sunday evening to Tuesday morning I fasted for 36 hours and spent time in vigil with the trees here on the Pacific Northwest of Turtle Island aka Canada, on an island called Salt Spring, the home of the Hul'qumi’num people.
En route back to my friends' place where I am staying, I came upon an almost fully intact skeleton of a young deer that I had completely missed on the way into the woods. I took this gift from the more than human realm as a perfectly timed omen.
Just as old myths tell us of Bone Woman who gathers discarded bones to sing flesh, fur, spirit and life back into and onto, I have been gathering the bones of Echo & Bone for years. During my time here in Canada, I too have been singing flesh, soul & life back into these shards & remnants of bones & threads.
I spent three days in deep contact with the whales and have been so deeply moved my their magic and medicine. The stillness of being on or by the water listening for a blow is forever etched into my cells. I have been brought to tears so many times, and my heart has expanded and been reformed in ways I do not yet have words for. These lands, waters, mountains, trees, plants and animal kin have spoken to me so deeply, and I am eternally grateful.
In only a day out in vigil with the land, I walked with many edges within myself and was reminded that we are indeed collectively straddling the edge of two worlds. We find ourselves on the precipice of what has been, and what is emerging.
I was reminded that we need to learn how to be edge walkers in these times, and I truly believe that this body of work, in contact with the living field around us, will fortify all who say yes with the embodied tools needed to navigate a whole new map of existence.
It is from that place, of trust, of walking with my own edges, meeting my own depths, being brought to my knees again and again and again, that I share Echo & Bone with you.
We begin Oct 7th.
I would love to sing the bones with you!
