Little Bee.

When I was little, my family called me Little Bee.

At the time, it was simply a nickname. Looking back, it feels strangely prophetic.

Like a bee moving from flower to flower, I've always been drawn to many ways of knowing. Architecture and cities. Astrology. Ecology. Mysticism. Indigenous wisdom. Community. The living intelligence of nature.

What once appeared to be many different interests has gradually revealed itself to be one living conversation.

That conversation became The Venus Hive.

Over the years, I have come to believe that every person carries a unique pattern of soul—a way of being that longs not to be invented, but remembered.

For me, astrology has become one of the most beautiful maps of that remembering. I experience the birth chart less as a tool for prediction than as a sacred mandala, reflecting our innate gifts, our deepest challenges, and the evolutionary journey our soul has chosen to explore.

Yet astrology is only one doorway. Again and again, I find myself returning to the same quiet truth:

Life flourishes through relationship.

Relationship with ourselves.

With one another.

With the Earth.

With the Divine.

Healing is not about becoming someone else. It is about inhabiting ourselves so fully that love can move through us with courage, tenderness, and joy.

My own path has been shaped by many remarkable teachers and traditions. Since 2020, I have studied evolutionary astrology with Heather Ensworth and have supported her teaching since 2021. I also study within the Q'ero wisdom tradition of Don Miguel Quispe via Elloquay and Rising Fire Shamanism, while continuing to explore the contemplative streams of Gnosticism, Kabbalah, Hatha Yoga, Sufism, and the Aramaic teachings of Yeshua.

I don't experience these traditions as competing paths. Each offers its own language for describing the same mystery.

For many years, I have also been deeply drawn to St. Teresa of Ávila and her extraordinary contemplative experiences. Only recently have I begun to recognize how closely some of my own contemplative experiences resonate with her vision of the soul's inward journey—not because they are the same, but because they seem to point toward a similar mystery of the Divine discovered within.

It was only afterward that I learned my 10th great grandmother, Catalina Moreno de Zúñiga’s sister was Teresa's sister-in-law. Teresa is also my 10th cousin, 11 times removed.

I don't share this as proof of anything mystical. Lineage is not authority. I had already found St. Teresa as a companion on my journey long before I discovered our family histories were quietly intertwined. Perhaps some relationships reveal themselves only when we are ready to recognize them.

Whether by blood, by spirit, or simply by love, St. Teresa has become one of my companions on this journey..

The essays and reflections you'll find here are not offered as doctrine or certainty. They are a contemplative field journal. The fruit of lived experience, quiet listening, and an ongoing practice of paying attention—to the body, to nature, to ancient wisdom, and to the mysterious Presence that seems to meet us whenever we become still enough to receive it.

If there is one hope I carry for this little corner of the world, it is not that you leave believing what I believe. It is that something here helps you trust your own deepest knowing.

That you become a shaman to your own life.

That you remember the quiet wisdom already living within you.

That you discover your own courageous and tender heart.

If that happens, then this little hive will have fulfilled its purpose.

Welcome.