Tapping In: Returning to Earth and Ancestors

Right after the election, I started something called Tapped In Tuesdays. Honestly? I’d give myself a C-. Between travel, caregiving, and surviving the alchemy of life with a newborn, I haven’t kept it as consistent as I imagined. But I’m still committed. Even if it doesn’t happen on a Tuesday.

When I say I’m tapped in, I don’t mean hustle. I don’t mean performance. I mean presence. I mean attunement. I mean a reverent return—to the wisdom of the earth and the whispers of the ancestors. Tapping in is an act of resistance and remember. Not escapism, but recalibration. A spiritual pause to say: Look. Remember. Reconnect. Beauty still exists. Wonder is still real. Spirit is still moving. And these fools don’t define reality.

As I deepen my spiritual practice, I find myself more and more aligned with ancient technologies. Not the kind that run on code or capital, but the kind that pulse through blood memory and root systems. These technologies—story, ritual, breath, dirt, drum—were ours bef…