We’re looking forward to introducing you to Floraina Three Hawk. Check out our conversation below.
Floraina, it’s always a pleasure to learn from you and your journey. Let’s start with a bit of a warmup: What do you think others are secretly struggling with—but never say?
“I deserve safety, respect, and the spaciousness to heal—my inner child, my ancestors, and my future self are all owed rest, nourishment, and honest listening.”
“Please see me”
In many Indigenous voices, healing begins where fear is named with care. We speak softly because the ground remembers; we listen deeply because echoes carry lineage. We refuse to rush the process, because healing is not a sprint but a gathering—a restoration of kinship with ourselves, each other, and the land that holds us.
– Let the truth arrive not as a verdict, but as an invitation: to sit, to be witnessed, to be held by a chorus of chosen community who listen without rushing to fix. In that listening, fear loosens its grip, and courage finds its proper home—inside a heart that has learned to be tender and true at the same time.
Can you briefly introduce yourself and share what makes you or your brand unique?
Floraina Three Hawk
This name was given to me on the top of a mountain—a symbol of my service to life and to anyone who struggles to walk through their wounds and feelings. I am Indigenous, and while many try to categorize and fit me into boxes, I am simply here to love on other humans and animals, to bring out the light, and to awaken remembrance in all who wish to walk consciously in their bodies.
My work centers on trauma—both large and small. I whisper and sing to the body, guiding it toward its own truth and power. It is a quiet, beautiful journey toward self-empowerment, as well as a disruptive force that helps break old patterns. I sit with others and invite them to fall apart, and I witness them—seeing their raw beauty in the process. Together, we build a flow and a new frequency.
This is my role in society. I am truly honored to inhabit it.
Amazing, so let’s take a moment to go back in time. What breaks the bonds between people—and what restores them?
What breaks the bonds:
Unspoken wounds: wounds that are carried in silence fester; avoidance creates gaps where trust once lived.
How we can begin to restore them:
Courage to be present: choosing to show up with curiosity, even when it hurts, begins the door to repair.
In my work and in life, I’ve learned that bonds are held together by a dance of unveiling and tending: each person offering truth with gentleness, each listening with patience, each moment choosing to move toward connection rather than away from it. When we tend the wound with consciousness, the fissures become avenues—channels through which greater depth, resilience, and shared light can flow.
What did suffering teach you that success never could?
What I have learned on this path.
– Discernment: suffering hones inner listening—body cues, breath, and heartbeat—creating a compass that success often glosses over.
– Deep empathy: endurance births a tender realness that meets others where they are, without hurry or judgment.
– Boundaries as medicine: protective yet compassionate boundaries guard space for love to grow.
– Self-trust: surviving danger teaches trust in perception, body wisdom, and personal safety.
– Values with gravity: suffering roots meaning in care, integrity, and reverence for life.
– Quiet alchemy: healing thrives in small, faithful acts—breathing through fear, naming needs, choosing connection.
– Repair as craft: restoration is patient, intimate work—returning to self, others, truth, again and again.
– Holding paradox: sorrow and love can coexist; harm acknowledged, mercy extended, openness maintained.
– Vulnerable leadership: presence over control; modeling resilience through honesty, apology, and connection.
– Meaning beyond conditioning: true life-affirming purpose lies in loving well—toward self, others, and the world.
So a lot of these questions go deep, but if you are open to it, we’ve got a few more questions that we’d love to get your take on. What are the biggest lies your industry tells itself?
Hmm! Healing Without Illusion: Love, Light, and the Depths
Healing in spirit circles often speaks in tongues of love, light, and instantaneous transformation. There’s a beauty in that vision—the invitation to remember our luminous essence, to breathe into belonging, and to trust that love can cradle even the heaviest wounds. Yet as an Indigenous mother and trauma-informed guide, I’ve learned to cradle both truths in one open palm: healing is most real when it meets us in the depths, not just at the surface.
The spiritual industry often gifts us two poles:
– Light-first healing: the notion that love and light alone can dissolve all pain, elevate all beings, and deliver instant awakening.
– Darkness denied: the impulse to bypass or minimize the vast, sometimes painful work of bearing witness to trauma, grief, and systemic harm.
Both poles carry a grain of truth. Love is a powerful healer. Light can illuminate pathways we cannot yet see. But healing that is truly from within—a healing that stays with us long after the glow fades—must include the courageous work of navigating darkness. This is where real integration happens: the fierce tenderness to walk through fear, the humility to name harm, and the steadfast commitment to nourish the self with consistent care.
In my lineage and listening, healing through love and light is not about erasing darkness; it’s about transforming how we relate to it. We do not deny the night; we learn to become the moon—steady, luminous, and intimate with the shadows. We honor the child within who learned to survive through silence, and we teach the grown self to speak truth, to set boundaries, and to offer mercy—starting with self-mercy.
Okay, so let’s keep going with one more question that means a lot to us: What is the story you hope people tell about you when you’re gone?
Because I’m not certain of how others perceive me completely. I asked my beautiful 17 year old what she would say.
From a seventeen-year-old’s reflection, looking back on the work my mom did and the way she showed up in our family and community:
– The small acts matter most. She taught me that clear boundaries spoken with kindness, apologies offered with accountability, and a presence that doesn’t vanish when the world feels uncertain are not small things—they’re radical acts of love. I’ve learned to notice those moments, to value them, and to try to mirror them in my own life.
– Healing isn’t neat or swift, but it’s possible. She held love up to the truth of what happened, and she showed me that tenderness doesn’t erase pain; it cradles it until it can breathe again. Watching her live this taught me that healing is a long, brave road, and that you don’t have to pretend you’re okay to be okay again.
Contact Info:
- Website: https://www.threehawkwellness.com
- Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/medicinewoman_floraina?igsh=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ%3D%3D&utm_source=qr
- Facebook: @shaman_floraina
- Youtube: @threehawksacredmovement
- Other: @medicine_woman_floraina
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Photography by Angela Garcia
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