Leave it on The Mountain

A Lesson from Kachina Woman

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Today we climbed.

We followed the trail to the Boynton Vortex, called Kachina Woman-a shapely sandstone formation sacred to the Hopi people. She’s more than stone. She’s a guardian, a seer, a feminine protector woven into the spiritual memory of her people. It’s said that shamans would scale her flowing form, resting in the folds of her long red skirt, to pray, to vision, to heal.

She holds the feminine. Just across from her, the masculine stands. Between them pulses the powerful Boynton Vortex-one that mirrors back the balance (or imbalance) of the Feminine and Masculine within those who visit.

I had been feeling even and centered our entire trip to Sedona. That kind of deep alignment you almost don’t want to speak out loud in case you jinx it. Totally in the flow.

Then...I reached the top.

Suddenly-chaos.

I was there with intention. I had prepared a meditation to film. It was important to me, sacred even. But as soon as I found the perfect spot, people began to trickle in. Then more. And more. I felt myself getting frustrated. The part of me that wants to make things happen-my inner masculine-started asserting himself.

I could feel him.

He said, “We are doing it. We didn’t climb all this way for nothing, Girl!”

So, after waiting what felt like an eternity, I found a moment of stillness, hit record, began the invocation… only to discover my phone died ¾ of the way through.

I was flustered. Disappointed. Angry even. My peace was gone.

And then-Spirit spoke.

Quiet and clear, “This was your lesson, dear one. When you try to force, you are not in the flow, child. You are in your ego”

And just like that… I exhaled. Finally, I got it.

As I began the descent down Kachina’s body, I didn’t just walk-I shed.

The tension. The control. The expectations. The part of me that still clings and pushes when things don’t go as planned. Little by Little, as I named each shadow, I left them all on the mountain.

I laughed at myself on the way down. Laughed at how much I’m like my stubborn father when I want something. Laughed at the irony of preparing a meditation on presence while being totally unpresent in the moment.

That day, Kachina didn’t give me the meditation content I wanted-She gave me the lesson I needed.

So now, when things don’t go my way-when I want to grip, force, or control life—I remember that climb.

And I whisper my new mantra…

“Leave it on the mountain.”