Beth Leyba

Beth Leyba

is creating creative nonfiction, memoir, ancestral healing work

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patrons

$61

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Raíces Rituales: Ritual Roots Healing Collective is a vision given to me by my ancestors. It is still taking shape, but I am ready to start taking it from dreamland to reality, and I invite you to join me.

I envision an actual physical space at some point down the road, where I will be joined by other healers who are firmly rooted in their own ancestral healing and offering various modalities of healing to others. For now, I hope to offer my writings, guided meditations, pondering on life and spirituality, and the opportunity to engage in various spiritual practices to my patrons.

In my day job I am a religious professional at a Unitarian Universalist church, and while I do enjoy many aspects of it and it is fulfilling on some levels, I have to answer the call of my ancestors to continue my own journey of healing and to offer that healing to others. (Starting 01/01/2019 I am a free agent, but still hope to be involved in UU spaces and am planting a people of color-centered church here in Denver with a fabulous group of people.)

I offer here as an introduction to my work and who I am, a piece I wrote and spoke aloud at a Sunday service, before lighting the chalice that is a symbol and ritual of UU faith:

Some might say that I’m not qualified to stand here. I have no degrees. I have never in my almost 40 years been anything more than lower class. I’ve been on both Medicaid and food stamps at various points of struggle. My child has had a box of free food shoved into her arms at school, which she carried home, bewildered, on the bus.

I drive a 21-year-old car that my parents gave me. My housing situation is not stable. I know it is a matter of when, not if, I get pushed out of my beloved Denver neighborhood of Northside, where I grew up, due to gentrification. I feel shame that I am unable to financially contribute to my eldest child’s college education.

This is just a sliver of the realities of my life, without even touching on the traumas I have endured in my lifetime and the intergenerational trauma I have inherited.

So, I stand before you not with letters after my name or academic accolades, or any of the trappings that this society has deemed to be success. I stand before you by ancestral birthright. I stand here, firmly rooted in the knowledge of where I came from, who I came from, and in that knowing, I understand both my purpose and my call. I know whose I am, and therefore I know who I am.

My call is a bonfire in my womb; the many bonfires my ancestors circled in dance, during times of celebration, and reverence, and grief. It is the song of my ancestors, their unrealized dreams, their cut-short lives, their inability to do anything in their lifetimes beyond survive. Their resilience is encoded in my DNA. I am their best becoming and their atonement.

There are things that I know only because they have shown or told me; a thing I have come to refer to as bone knowing. Sometimes I try to pretend that I don’t hear or don’t understand, and I hear the chuckles of the grandfathers. “She’s so stubborn.” And the knowing smile of the grandmothers. “She’s ours.” Then I will feel mi abuela Juana’s hands cup my face as she stares lovingly into my eyes and whispers gently, “Tu sabes, mija.” You know.

And I do. It is true, and this bone knowing is my north star. Learning to walk and commune with my ancestors has revealed who they have called me to be: a curandera. A healer, wisdom keeper and storyteller, tasked with calling people back to their own bone knowing.

I call in the direction of the north as I light the chalice this morning; the direction of elders, ancestors, wisdom, and guidance. May we know who and whose we are.

Ven conmigo.
Tiers
Roots
$1 or more per month
Solid network of necessary support. Receive exclusive access to writings.
Trunk
$10 or more per month
Taking nutrients from roots to crown. In addition to Roots access, receive a once monthly written or video guided meditation.
Branches
$50 or more per month only 19 left
Creating the shape and beauty. In addition to Roots & Trunk benefits, receive sneak peaks of the bigger projects I am working on, and a one-time card reading.
Leaves
$100 or more per month only 10 left
Growing and changing with the seasons. In addition to all levels above, receive an in-person if you're local to me and virtual if you're not, platica. (Good long talk to release your burdens and gain clarity.) 
Crown
$500 or more per month only 5 left
Reaching for the sky. In addition to all levels above, be an early reader and give feedback on my larger projects. You will be included in the acknowledgements of any published work that you help me polish, and receive a written thank you.
Raíces Rituales: Ritual Roots Healing Collective is a vision given to me by my ancestors. It is still taking shape, but I am ready to start taking it from dreamland to reality, and I invite you to join me.

I envision an actual physical space at some point down the road, where I will be joined by other healers who are firmly rooted in their own ancestral healing and offering various modalities of healing to others. For now, I hope to offer my writings, guided meditations, pondering on life and spirituality, and the opportunity to engage in various spiritual practices to my patrons.

In my day job I am a religious professional at a Unitarian Universalist church, and while I do enjoy many aspects of it and it is fulfilling on some levels, I have to answer the call of my ancestors to continue my own journey of healing and to offer that healing to others. (Starting 01/01/2019 I am a free agent, but still hope to be involved in UU spaces and am planting a people of color-centered church here in Denver with a fabulous group of people.)

I offer here as an introduction to my work and who I am, a piece I wrote and spoke aloud at a Sunday service, before lighting the chalice that is a symbol and ritual of UU faith:

Some might say that I’m not qualified to stand here. I have no degrees. I have never in my almost 40 years been anything more than lower class. I’ve been on both Medicaid and food stamps at various points of struggle. My child has had a box of free food shoved into her arms at school, which she carried home, bewildered, on the bus.

I drive a 21-year-old car that my parents gave me. My housing situation is not stable. I know it is a matter of when, not if, I get pushed out of my beloved Denver neighborhood of Northside, where I grew up, due to gentrification. I feel shame that I am unable to financially contribute to my eldest child’s college education.

This is just a sliver of the realities of my life, without even touching on the traumas I have endured in my lifetime and the intergenerational trauma I have inherited.

So, I stand before you not with letters after my name or academic accolades, or any of the trappings that this society has deemed to be success. I stand before you by ancestral birthright. I stand here, firmly rooted in the knowledge of where I came from, who I came from, and in that knowing, I understand both my purpose and my call. I know whose I am, and therefore I know who I am.

My call is a bonfire in my womb; the many bonfires my ancestors circled in dance, during times of celebration, and reverence, and grief. It is the song of my ancestors, their unrealized dreams, their cut-short lives, their inability to do anything in their lifetimes beyond survive. Their resilience is encoded in my DNA. I am their best becoming and their atonement.

There are things that I know only because they have shown or told me; a thing I have come to refer to as bone knowing. Sometimes I try to pretend that I don’t hear or don’t understand, and I hear the chuckles of the grandfathers. “She’s so stubborn.” And the knowing smile of the grandmothers. “She’s ours.” Then I will feel mi abuela Juana’s hands cup my face as she stares lovingly into my eyes and whispers gently, “Tu sabes, mija.” You know.

And I do. It is true, and this bone knowing is my north star. Learning to walk and commune with my ancestors has revealed who they have called me to be: a curandera. A healer, wisdom keeper and storyteller, tasked with calling people back to their own bone knowing.

I call in the direction of the north as I light the chalice this morning; the direction of elders, ancestors, wisdom, and guidance. May we know who and whose we are.

Ven conmigo.

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Tiers
Roots
$1 or more per month
Solid network of necessary support. Receive exclusive access to writings.
Trunk
$10 or more per month
Taking nutrients from roots to crown. In addition to Roots access, receive a once monthly written or video guided meditation.
Branches
$50 or more per month only 19 left
Creating the shape and beauty. In addition to Roots & Trunk benefits, receive sneak peaks of the bigger projects I am working on, and a one-time card reading.
Leaves
$100 or more per month only 10 left
Growing and changing with the seasons. In addition to all levels above, receive an in-person if you're local to me and virtual if you're not, platica. (Good long talk to release your burdens and gain clarity.) 
Crown
$500 or more per month only 5 left
Reaching for the sky. In addition to all levels above, be an early reader and give feedback on my larger projects. You will be included in the acknowledgements of any published work that you help me polish, and receive a written thank you.