Espíritu Nómada

Vivo en un cuerpo temporal que tiene limitaciones.
A la edad de nueve meses en el útero templo de mi madre
nací en este mundo
Soy una ciudadana global sin tierra, sin padre, sin dinero;
de ahí mi Espíritu Nómada guerrera del pasado, presente y futuro

Estoy viviendo en un lugar temporal dominado por la blanquitud,
mis raíces Indígenas violadas
pura nutrición de la conexión apapachadora y humanista
Resistencia, opresión, resiliencia, complejos pecados sistémicos
¿Por qué me preocupo tanto por esto?
porque es un espacio mágico e incómodo no permanente.

Vivo en un estatus temporal que nunca es el mismo
siempre en movimiento tan cansadas son estas caminatas.
Purificando mi altar el ritual diario ha sido hasta ahora
mi práctica de soltar lo que me mata y
dejar crecer lo que me transforma,
estática yo no soy, aunque el imperio lo diga así.
Págame por la labor emocional que requiere contar estas historias un modo de sobrevivencia.
Estoy cansada de que me definan por mi país de origen.

Estoy viviendo en un apartamento temporal en dónde he hecho café cacao y amor.
Mientras leí sobre poderosas Espíritus quienes partieron hace mucho.
Aceptando las recientes visitas del Espiritu de mi madre
llorando por las dolorosas realidades de persecuciones y derramamiento de sangre
a la vuelta de la esquina y por todas partes.

Vivo en un trabajo temporal esclavizada por el capitalismo
préstamos estudiantiles esperando a ser pagados,
no hay tiempo para idealismos, aunque el dinero no es lo que más importa
pero las comunidades y la solidaridad colectiva entre nosotres
RECLAMEMOS nuestro espacio y seamos valientes para contar nuestras verdades.

Estoy viviendo en un estado mental temporal
constantemente cambiante ideas esperanzadoras emergen
al mismo tiempo que la baja autoestima me hace pedazos.
Sanando traumas de mi infancia pasada y abuso sexual intergeneracional, guerra.
Liberación sexual y placer Bruja SANADORA soy.

Estoy viviendo una vida temporal, nunca mía,
educada y socializada para actuar de maneras que fueron confusas.
Anhelando pertenecer aquí y ahora en cualquier lugar y en todas partes.
Volando con mi imaginación a mundos posibles
dónde mi Espíritu Nómada pueda conexistir con todas nosotras.


Este poema fué escrito originalmente en inglés y posteriormente traducido al español. Una versión editada del poema Espíritu Nómada, ha sido publicado en edición en español de la agenda 2021 de We’Moon titulada El Mundo. We’Moon es un calendario lunar, una agenda en ritmos naturales, y una colaboración de culturas femeninas internacionales.


Nomadic Spirit

I am living in a temporary body which has limitations
at the age of nine months in the womb of my mother’s temple
I was born into this world
I am a global citizen landless country-less fatherless moneyless
Hence my Nomadic Spirit warrior of the past present and future

I am living in a temporary place white-dominated my Indigenous roots violated
purely nurturing of love connectedness and humanity
resistance oppression resilience complex systemic sins
why do I care for it so much?
because is a non-permanent uncomfortable and magical space

I am living on a temporary status never the same
always in movement as tiring as these journeys are
Cleansing my altar daily ritual has been so far
my practice of letting go of what kills me and
letting grow of what transforms me
static I am not even if the empire says so
pay me for the emotional labor that requires storytelling a survival mode
I am tired of being defined by my country of origin

I am living in a temporary apartment where coffee chocolate and love
I’ve made through reading about powerful Spirits that left long ago
accepting the recent visits of my mother’s Spirit crying for the painful
realities of persecutions and bloodshed around the corner and everywhere

I am living on a temporary job enslaved by capitalism
student loans waiting to be paid
there isn’t time for idealisms though money isn’t what matters the most
but communities and collective solidarity among us
let’s RECLAIM our space and be brave to speak up to tell our truths

I am living on a temporary mindset constantly changing
Emergent hopeful ideas
at the same time, that self-doubt breaks me to pieces
healing traumas from the past childhood and intergenerational sexual abuse war
sexual liberation and pleasure Bruja SANADORA soy

I am living in a temporary life never mine
taught and socialized to perform in ways it felt wrong
longing to belong here and now anywhere and everywhere
flying with imagination to other possible worlds
in which my Nomadic Spirit can coexist with us all


An edited version of this poem was included in the English edition of We’Moon 2021 datebook titled The World. This poem has been translated to Spanish. We’Moon is an astrological planner complete with moon signs and phases. A calendar filled with beautiful and inspiring art and writing.


Email: sanadora.nomadicspirit@gmail.com


Copyright © 2019-2021, Erika Murcia | All Rights Reserved

Connectedness: Home Remedies during Quarantine

One of the greatest lessons the global pandemic has taught me so far is that while indoors [for over seven weeks now], there are intentional ways to live, share space, and connect with loved ones near and far, whether they are chosen or biological families and collectives. Feeling “stuck” is painful. 

Learning how to be present in my own body is still challenging because I always feel a huge responsibility to support communities who are at the margins, who have been impacted by hegemonic systems of terror and injustice. In my body I feel the pain, I feel the loss, I feel grief and the need to mourn.

As a highly sensitive being, one of my strengths is connectedness. That is the main source of my resilience. For me to survive and envision a better world, I need to connect with the resilience of being in movement. Zapatistas in Mexico state this in their Primera Declaración De La Selva Lacandona, their invitation to coexist: it is a powerful tool to reimagine a utopian world where JUSTICE and ABOLITION are a reality.

Thus, being in my body and listening mindfully is sometimes challenging because I have this deep desire to be at the front lines. I am learning that in calmness and stillness there is power. As a Healer, I am learning that it is okay to restore my well-being now. In the past, being at the front lines meant organizing youth within rural communities to support cooking and carrying meals to the families most impacted by flooding, earthquakes, and tropical storms ripping away their homes in the southern region of El Salvador in el Bajo Lempa. Or it meant going out to facilitate hard, honest conversations about what collaboration would look like between local youth leaders working for their communities in the Dominican Republic and U.S. students finding ways to support those local initiatives. There is power in all ways of organizing. There is power in centering communities and their ancestral knowledge. There is power in solidarity. There is power in cultural humility.

There is power in having a highly intuitive gift of knowing that everything is part of Mother Earth and we all belong to this expansive family of life. From the ladybug in my friend’s cornfield in Nicaragua to the thunderstorms in Michigami, to the mushrooms growing in the Black Forest in southern Germany, to the chemical fertilizers sprayed upon the banana plantations in northern Colombia, to the thousands of migrants fleeing historical systemic violence in their land of origin to cross imposed borders so they can dream futures robbed in the crossroads of racism, sexism, and fear-induced violence in their lands of arrival, to the elephant migration in the African continent.

Hence, coexistencia is necessary for survival as we all adapt to the new changes in the universe. Perhaps, it is time to challenge and deconstruct old ways of relating to money, time, toxic power, and freedom as we walk our paths. We are beings capable of adaptation and we are called to heal with Pachamama. In these last seven weeks, I’ve moved from resistance to stillness.

Mama and mamita, my first Teachers used to say, “hay que sufrir con paciencia”.

In general, I prefer being in a community with others as we share space, thus my difficulty accepting moving fully into virtual spaces. Don’t get me wrong – I am all about taking care of one another. However, in this situation, I’ve felt stuck as if the possibility of danger was scaring me to the point of feeling incredible anxiety when making eye contact with anybody at the grocery store. I see and feel their fear. I see the fear in people’s souls. There is a generalized collective feeling of being overwhelmed, and in that there is an opportunity to find ways to slow down.

Too much time in front of a computer, holding a cellphone, wearing headphones, texting, emailing, and scrolling through social media platforms is exhausting for me – especially if I don’t take breaks. So, I feel accomplished that I [temporarily] deleted Instagram from my phone today.

Sitting for too long only exacerbates my physiological chronic pain. I am clenching more and more in my gut, glutes, hamstrings, neck, shoulder, spine, and jaw. Clenching for too long without releasing is painful, and it is hurtful. I need to step back. If you have lived with chronic pain, please listen to your body. I call this boundary ‘taking agency over liberating my being from pain to whatever extent possible’.

My spiritual and emotional body is speaking to me through this physiological body.

I need to listen respectfully. It is important to learn the sources of all this pain. Is it that my well-being feels threatened again? Is it that I can feel so much empathy for the experiences and stories of the people I am interacting virtually with? Is it that I am heartbroken? Where does the source of this specific pain come from? Is it simply related to the lack of moisture in this weird, dry, cold winter weather?

All of my inquiries and reflection made me realize a few boundaries with and within connecting virtually, which allowed me to take action for change.

What have I realized?

  • That I miss sharing physical space with extended family and collectives near and far [especially hugs, which are a cultural remedy]
  • That I am experiencing loss and grief and this makes me feel very sad
  • That I can’t be in front of screens all the time because this toxic practice overstimulates me and messes up my sleep cycle
  • That conflict arises especially when we feel we lack of control related to uncertainty
  • That honest, respectful, flexible communication is necessary to coexist

What can I control now? What have I changed so far?

  • Scheduling intentional time to talk and deepening connection with family and collectives
  • Virtually facilitating short conversations while sharing rituals to increase joy and reduce stress as part of my offerings in partnership
  • Participating in webinars that make me feel connected to Brown and Black liberation movements globally
  • Staying away from screens – mainly social media platforms, news outlets, and too much TV
  • Noting being present in my energetic body, as these practices allow me to hold space for restoring my well-being while working on my visions
    • Somatic and physiological pain can be directly connected to emotional pain from past traumas, secondary traumas, the worries of uncertainty and the perceived threat of danger in my body
    • Being in my wholeness and in acceptance of what is right now, I continue to humbly use ancestral medicine and home remedies available here:
      • Taking naps
      • Massages in my legs, calves, and soles with essential oils
      • Journaling and creative handwriting
      • Cooking more salads and greens
        • Eating on time
      • Reading and learning ways my ancestras survived during their chaotic times
      • Yoga at-home practice

What are expansive ways to express gratitude daily?

  • In her way, Mother Earth keeps telling us that we need to change. I am her humble daughter and grateful that she nurtures me daily. I am grateful to be alive.
  • Immigrant workers, caregivers, undocumented workers, global farmers, security guards, social workers, nurses, public transportation drivers, somatic healers, community organizers and medicine people, truck drivers, cleaners, food service workers, grocery store workers, delivery persons, mailpersons, etc. are always essential frontline workers. I am in awe of their presence in my life. I am grateful that because of their beautiful healing hands I can still eat.
  • I am grateful that my families have access to food and shelter for now. 
  • I am grateful that my body keeps speaking to me in different ways.
  • I am grateful for How to Survive the End of the World, a podcast by adrienne maree brown and Autumn Brown.
  • I am grateful for my plantitas, which remind me daily that with a little water, they will continue to grow.
  • I am grateful for our collective resilience and for the reminder that being born in chaos has taught me many lessons.
  • I am grateful for the free resources available on the https://self-compassion.org website developed by Dr. Kristin Neff from her research in Mindfulness.

How are you all, near and far, taking care of your energetic body while supporting your collectives?

What are past and present ancestral practices that facilitate you feeling more connected from within?

Email: sanadora.nomadicspirit@gmail.com


Copyright © 2020-2021, Erika Murcia | All Rights Reserved

Awakening: shedding my Serpent skin

My whole being is in constant awakening.

Awakening from my night-dreams and nightmares. First layer. Transitioning from previous lives. Opening my eyes to the mundane world, in gratitude for a new beginning, a new day. Awakening in my body to the cold wind of a winter morning in Michigami. Awakening to the land as she holds me and welcomes me for awakening with her. She tells me that with healing myself, she heals.

Awakening in movement, as soon as my feet touch the ground, icy snow is a memory of the current season. Awakening as my head rises up noticing daylight with purple-ish colors in the sky. My eyes are awakening at the dazzling Mama Luna. She is at her fullest cycle. A smile forms in my face because she controls my transitions and not the other way around. I’m in love with her, she knows me, I know her. We are bound to this universe.

Awakening in my body internally. Today a new cycle in my womb begins. This is my spell. Renacer. The blood of my womb connects me with my roots. There is healing in knowing where i come from, where i am, where my needs are calling me to go. Renanciendo voy. Renanciendo estoy.

When getting out of the bus, I saw toward my horizon the sunrise. Awakening in me the smiles and laughter of my lineage. They are HOME. I carry home with me. It is the bravest and safest space, inside.

Awakening to bodily sensations. The impact of thoughts, in turn, can dissolve or transform into words. The power of verbalizing. Words have meaning in their content, words can be transformative, powerful. Awakening to communicating peacefully with my inner being. Choosing to embrace a different way of being. Choosing my humanist self. Letting go. I am not my thoughts. I am not my behavior. I am expansive and can always do better.

Awakening to the smells of virgin coconut oil melting in my body as a moisturizer, hum, this smell reminds me of the tropical salty hot humid ocean wind. Deliciousness.

Awakening to black coffee. Perfectly prepared in a jarrilla. Salvadoran coffee. Sipping from my mug as if my grandma, mama, sisters, and niblings are standing right next to me. In my memories, grandma holds her taza de barro filled with warm coffee and drinks from it while taking a sunbath. Our life elíxir. Together we take the sun-love in. Natural vitamin for our emotional stability. That reminds me of taking multivitamins here now to prevent seasonal affective mood changes.

Awakening in my intentional breath. Inhalar. Exhalar. Respirar. One more time. Awakening as I fill my belly with love in every mindful breath. Awakening in liberation.

Awakening to the seasons. Winter is getting shorter. Spring is coming. As I swim, my whole being enlightens in gratitude for the pain in my womb, the pain in my knees, the feelings of freedom while floating in the waters. Gratitude for the privilege to be here, alive. Gratitude for the awakening of many ongoing layers. Gratitude for the uncertainty of what is coming. Gratitude for my collectives. Gratitude for the power of writing all these words. Gratitude for awakening to make this world a more joyful place. Gratitude in acceptance of the new life.

Gratitud en Renacer.

How are you all my global community awakening within?

What are some ways in which you are allowing yourselves to shed and re-earth?

Email: sanadora.nomadicspirit@gmail.com


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