“I was born near the churning waters of the Pacific Ocean, AT THE southernmost tip of the American continent, on 1972's Earth Day.
While my DNA speaks in Native and Mediterranean tongues,
my soul is fluent in soil and silence...
I’ve been a life explorer, an intuitive healer, an artist, a poet...
These LiminArts suffuse each other, as watercolors on humid paper.
Sometimes a condensed prayer built as an artifact,
or a stream of words, floating away in the breeze.
Sometimes a dance of artful healing for beings or planet...
Sometimes a weaving of it all, a fleeting offering under a tree,
witnessed only by birds and squirrels...”
As an intuitive Energy Healer, and eternal student, I often add tools to my medicine bag. Recently, a wonderful certified course with Dr. Albert Wong + faculty, bringing extra Somatic and Expressive approaches to support healing at all levels.
Photo by Juliana Kolesova
A little about me…
Yes! Luna is (part of) my real, long, Latin American name. :)
The one that has proved the easiest to pronounce in different languages …while walking the liminal, evanescent trails where healing and beauty have been woven, across many borders, inner and outer.
Because one of the crucial influences in my life, both as an artist and a healer, was indeed an early beginning as a traveler. It wasn’t a little family vacation, though. It was a forceful migration imposed by exile, after a military junta took over my country for nearly 2 decades.
While I can now see this as an unwitting source of cultural richness, and ultimately, of soul expansion, it was a fairly traumatic start, to suddenly land across the ocean, in France, as a toddler. But hey, banishment, or hardship in the City of Lights have been historically “trés romantique”...right?
I’ll share some of my story, as my own healing is at the root of my ability to help others, and it might assist or inspire you too.
To start, let’s say my formative years were certainly a pretty intensive “exercise in creativity”. It wasn’t until I was in my 40’s, and with the help of Entheogen Medicine, that I fully realized the enormity of what I had experienced, and that I had been somewhat gracefully navigating my existence while coping with C-PTSD.
Repeated uprooting and dislocation, were spiced up by other forms of profound trauma. Arguably, all these were not only “creative existential endeavors”, but perhaps initiations. The kind that might indeed deepen the path of a healer, and anartist - ha! I meant “an artist”! ...but gotta love the Freudian slip: anarchist + artist ;)
I was always intuitive, and started very early on searching for natural, alternative approaches, to self-heal the myriad mysterious ways in which trauma manifests, lodged as it can be in the body and biofield.
It took me many years, and self-healing from a few cryptic and even “incurable” things, to eventually see that my path was also teaching me (oh so empirically!) how to help others.
But the calling of Art was also early and powerful so, in spite of well meaning warnings and snarky remarks alike, it became my official career. I have a striking toddler doodle from my Paris times, in a now faded pink marker, signaling both trauma and healing, as well as the start of a life long multimedia experiment, from poetry to photography, to sculpture, to public art, etc. Art, as a life saving labor, as a living testament to the healing powers of expression.
As a teenager, already back in in my home country, I used brushes as a colorful weapon against the dictatorship, painting clandestine, subversive street murals with my friends, with the fleeting, mostly symbolic “protection” of the massive protests around us, cops in battle gear approaching, the “guanaco” truck, spitting its deadly teargas, and indeed, occasional bullets flying by... A very low budget, extremely dangerous and unpaid version of “Public Art”.
See, before I was old enough to read it somewhere, of course citing some famous male person, I used to tell myself - “only Beauty can save the world!...”-. Later on, as if needing further explanation, I added - “...by igniting devotion”-.
