Riding the Quezatcoatl

A Journey of Transformation through Feathers, Scales, and Shadow

As-tu remarqué que les anglais sont meilleurs que nous en pop music? L’anglais est une langue porteuse de rythme, ciselable à l’envi pour traduire nos états d’être. C’est exactement ce que j’explore en ce moment, avec ce que j’ai choisi d’appeler l’écriture régénérative.

En français, l’énergie change. La langue ajoute un poids aux mots. Pour ce texte, j’avais besoin de la légèreté, du rythme que l’anglais procure. J’espère que tu le ressentiras aussi.

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Before diving into this piece, I want to share why I’ve chosen to write it in English. This language, for me, carries a rhythm—a flow that allows me to translate states of being, those subtle realms linked with the senses. There’s a feeling in English that resonates deeply with the inner landscapes I’m exploring, a certain cadence that lets my words dance. In French, the energy shifts. The language adds a weight to the words, making the experience more introspective and reflective, rather than purely fluid and ethereal. And for this piece, I needed the lightness, the rhythm that English provides. I hope that you’ll sense it too.

This writing is part of my exploration of Regenerative Writing and finding a way of expression that aligns with my soul.

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I like animals.

Cats, horses, bumblebees…

But when you ask my creative self who I’m playing with in my inner landscapes, it’s mostly Quetzalcoatl.

Half bird, half snake, with piercing golden eyes.

For the Aztecs, Toltecs, and Mayas—those civilizations that weren't entangled in the story of separation like we are—Quetzalcoatl is more than just a quetzal. He’s the airy quetzal mixed with the earth-bound coatl, the snake.

That magnificent bird from Guatemala, radiant in his red and green feathered splendor, woven with an archetype of letting go and transformation.

A being of feathers and scales, warm and cold in one body.

A guardian of the wheel of transformation, whose splendid oddity frees the imagination.

An alchemical presence, close to what we might call a dragon.

Sculpture of Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent, on the front of the Temple of Quetzalcoatl, located in a hollow of the Grand Plaza at the Teotihuacan site

But Quetzalcoatl doesn’t spit fire at you. He shows you balance between heaven and earth. When he knocks on your door, he brings a cosmic, spiritual message—an alchemical presence for you to unravel.

He whispers of cycles, of how every ending seeds a beginning. And every fall nourishes new growth. A true guide through the seasons of life.

A creative, protective force of wisdom and regeneration.

A true ally for our chaotic and challenging times.

He’s been playing with me for 10 years now.

The first time my creative self met him, I mistook him for an eagle.

Photo of a quetzal bird by Aleksandar Popovski on Unsplash

There was a call, a cry for sculptures of the Bonelli’s eagle, that endangered soul of the sky. I answered with a vision: a bird adorned in green and red feathers, ridden by a child cloaked in green, cradling a great egg, full of possibility.

The project slipped through my fingers, and the drawing remained just that—a sketch on paper. Yet it stayed close to my heart, warm with meaning. Years later, in shamanic journeys, I found that serpent-bird once more, rising from the page. Together, we soared above the earth, or slipped into the underworld through winding tunnels, wings and scales intertwined.

Like the chorus of a song my soul already knew, Quetzalcoatl came back at different times in my life.

At every threshold moment.

With synchronicity. As a patient messenger of my soul, trying to convey something vital to my mind. A pigeon could have done it. But my soul chose Quetzalcoatl.

To wake my imagination, dulled by screens.

Sculptures, card decks, countless visualizations.

The messenger had to show up many times. In many forms.

Until I finally received the message last week. To read it consciously, to dig into it, to sculpt it and find the gold within.

A message of transformation through shadow.

An invitation to release the dark raven cloak of sorrow I’d worn for too long since my sister’s death.

An invitation to let the beauty of my inner quetzal’s plumage shine, and to do the work my soul has been calling me to create, as a creative and an entrepreneur.

© Koyamori

Quetzalcoatl’s scales shimmer in the dark, whispering of the shedding, the peeling away of all that weighs me down. To rise, wings gleaming brighter, lighter, free. Each dive into shadow is a call to soar higher, a reminder that only through release can the soul truly take flight.

To reconnect with the gift of regeneration running through my bloodlines.

To embody the inner alchemist in my coaching practice.

To work the soil. Prepare it for a new wave of entrepreneurs.

To treat my entrepreneurship as a spiritual adventure—a path leading to kinship with other earthlings, and to hear the Earth speaking again.

To reconnect with plant time. That cyclical, Ouroboros time that escapes the linear.

To compost. To seed. To grow. To let go. And compost again.

With active hope in Life Force, and no attachment—not even to what, or who, we love the most.

Durability is a myth, a misunderstanding of life’s fabric.

Nothing lasts forever. Everything evolves.

So I took a feather from the old dark raven cloak and sat beneath an ancient oak tree.

I held space to review twenty years of memories with my sister. And the next twenty without her.

I poured my tears into a silver cup and mixed them with fertile soil.

The ink is now ready to write the next couple of twenty.

Em.

Image generated by DALL·E, based on my directions.

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Mon encre est prête et fraiche. Je ressens l’appel à continuer ce travail exploratoire, non seulement pour moi-même, mais pour ceux (entrepreneurs et créatifs) qui, comme moi, naviguent à travers les cycles de création, de croissance, de lâcher-prise et de régénération de leur activité. Si ton âme se sent appelée à ralentir, à se reconnecter aux rythmes de la Terre et à la sagesse intérieure, je t’invite à explorer les chemins que nous pouvons parcourir ensemble.

À travers mes accompagnements, nous préparerons le sol de ton cheminement slowpreneurial, planterons les graines de tes intentions, et nourrirons tes projets créatifs en harmonie avec les cycles naturels, en lâchant la précipitation, la pression, et en accueillant la régénération que le temps permet.

Tu peux en savoir plus sur ces offres ici. Ensemble, nous composterons, sèmerons, et grandirons, encore et encore.

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As I sit with the ink now ready, I feel the call to continue this work—not only for myself but for those (entrepreneurs and creatives) who, like me, are navigating the cycles of creation, growth, and release. If your own soul feels drawn to slow down, to reconnect with the rhythms of the Earth and the wisdom within, I invite you to explore the paths we can walk together.

Through my slowpreneurship coaching, we’ll prepare the soil of your journey, plant the seeds of intention, and nurture your creative projects in harmony with the natural cycles—letting go of the rush, the pressure, and embracing the regeneration that time allows.

You can find more about these offerings here. Together, we will compost, seed, and grow—again and again.