Lioness Healing

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Lioness Healing

A page dedicated to herbal integrative body work by Maya Her touch is highly intuitive and each massage is tailored to meet her client’s needs.

Maya Marquez A Santa Monica native, Maya graduated from Cypress Health institute in Santa Cruz, CA in 2002 as well as attending Clayton College of Natural Health specializing in Herbology. In 2011 she became an Arvigo Practitioner
Over the past 12 years she has developed her own bodywork style. Her work incorporates deep Swedish techniques with effective neuromuscular and trigger point therapy in conjunction with fresh herbal wrap treatments to help clients attain balance and well-being. In addition, as a Reflexologist Maya's specialty is foot and lower leg work, taking time to understand the feet and help whole body ailments through reflex point work. Before coming to LA Beauty Buffet Maya obtained invaluable experience working with clients at a chiropractor/acupuncturist therapy as well as a aromatherapy boutique spa and Burke Williams while building a private practice. The modalities she offers here are: Swedish Massage, Deep Tissue Massage, Reflexology Massage, Sports Massage, Trigger Point Therapy, Myofascial Release, lymphatic Massage, Arvigo/maya Massage and Prenatal Massage. As well as Herbal integrative treatment

17/03/2026

Still curating a life that pushes boundaries and inspires change ♥️🌱✊🏽

10/03/2026

Heavily communicating with my Orishas lately ...brb 💀🔮

28/02/2026

Haoʻili lā hānau to my

To my revolutionary sis — my road dog in this long, sacred walk toward liberation — I am so grateful the ancestors braided our paths together. Walking beside you is a reminder that freedom work is not just resistance… it’s devotion. It’s laughter in the middle of the chaos. It’s holding the line when it would be easier to disappear. It’s choosing love over and over again, even when the world feels heavy.

You inspire me daily with your clarity, your fire, your tenderness, your refusal to shrink. The way you stand ten toes down for our people. The way you move with both strategy and spirit. The way you remind me that revolution is relational — and that we don’t have to do this alone.

I’m so glad to be walking this path toward liberation with you. Not just organizing, not just dreaming — but building. Praying. Protecting. Celebrating.

You a real one. And I honor you deeply.

Haoʻili lā hānau, Moʻi. May this year expand everything you’ve been sowing. 🌺🔥

24/02/2026

Life has felt like ceremony lately.
The planets shifting. The winds changing. Messages moving through the seen and unseen. You can feel when the spiritual weather is active — when the veil thins and everything is amplified. Grief louder. Love louder. Lessons louder.
There has been so much tragedy brushing up against us. So much tending. So much holding of other people’s storms. And in the midst of it, I keep feeling my connection deepen — to my ancestors, to my egun, to my Orishas who never leave me untethered.
The skies cleared for outreach — literally. Like the universe said, “okay, you can have this window.” We were out there doing what we do, holding heaviness, spreading joy, give food water and ice cream, navigating stories, moving through the wildness… and then somehow, in the middle of it all, there was an unexpected karaoke break.
Microphone in hand.
Off-key and unbothered.
Laughing from the belly.
That kind of laughter that reminds you your spirit still has access to joy.
Life is so fleeting. One moment you’re in deep grief. The next you’re belting lyrics to Chaka Khan under clearing skies with people you love. Both are true. Both are sacred.
This was us.
Unexpected karaoke.
Sky washed clean.
Hearts cracked open.
I enjoyed every second before hopping back into the wild ish. And I’m grateful we’re still here, still finding ways to sing.
With my Favorite sunday crew if

Asé

22/02/2026

Yesterday we gathered in deep love to celebrate Glen.
We told stories that made us laugh from our bellies. We held each other a little longer than usual. Joy and grief sat side by side, as they always do in our community. There is something sacred about the way our Black/African people gather — even on Maui, even in small numbers — we bring spirit with us. We bring ancestors with us.
Celebrating Glen reminded me how necessary it is that we continue to gather our Black/African community here on this island. We are not many, but we are mighty. And we need each other. Because the truth is: racism is alive here. It is subtle and it is loud. It is in systems. It is in hospitals. It is in schools. It is in the way we are seen — or not seen at all.
Glen was taken too soon. Medical racism and systemic neglect took him too soon. And while we were honoring his life, I learned that DaʻQuain Johnson was murdered by the Grand Rapids Police Department on February 18th.
Another Black man gone.
And where is the outrage?
Why is this not flooding every news feed?
Why are we not collectively screaming?
We have become numb to the violence against Black bodies. Numb to the headlines. Numb to the pattern. But my spirit refuses numbness. My rage is holy. My anger is a prayer.
Different arms of the same system. Different uniforms. Same disregard for Black life.
As we poured libations for Glen, I felt the thin veil between worlds. I felt how close the ancestors are. And I wondered how many more names they must receive before this country reckons with itself.
We must keep gathering.
We must keep loving each other loudly.
We must keep protecting our Black/African community on Maui.
We must refuse to normalize this — not the slurs, not the silence, not the killings.
Justice for DaʻQuain Johnson.
Justice for Glen.
Justice for every Black man whose life was cut short by racism — in hospitals, in streets, in cells.
Our grief is real.
Our joy is real.
Our rage is righteous.
And we will not be silent.

11/02/2026

A hui hou My comrade
You will be dearly missed
From making Noni juice for you to our abolitionist group to always looking out for Marley and being such an inspiration … I could write a lot but I have tears rolling down my face …

Love you always

I will shed tears today and celebrate you always

✊🏽❤️

Revolutionary Tings Always

03/02/2026

IG I’ll be leaving this space

Join me on Upscroll

Same handle

Less censorship and more aligned with my values

Xo, Maya

Enjoy some Joy from last night

OYA FEAST DAY FEEDING HER AND THEN PROCESSING KALO TO FEED MORE PEOPLE 🌱❤️

28/01/2026

Lately, grief has been arriving quietly.
Not all at once—just… constantly.
Death is not new to me.
I’ve worked in hospice. I’ve worked in dementia wards. I’ve walked with people and families who knew someone was dying. There was language for it. Ritual. A shared understanding that the work was to hold space.
This is different.
In the last two years, I’ve lost nearly 40 people who were my people on the streets. People I loved. People I checked on weekly. People whose bodies were worn down by systems that were never designed to keep them alive.
My work used to be about tending transition.
Now it feels like constant triage—trying to keep people alive in spite of everything stacked against them.
We don’t say this enough: our medical system is killing unhoused ʻohana, especially those in Black and brown bodies.
People are discharged sick with nowhere to rest.
Prescribed care that requires safety, privacy, refrigeration, consistency—things the street cannot offer.
Psychiatric “support” reduced to short holds and paperwork, then release.
This isn’t care. It’s abandonment dressed up as protocol.
There’s a man I’ve supported for four years—cycling in and out of psych wards with suicidal thoughts. On paper, he has a team. In reality, he needs community. He needs humans. He needs to be around people—not another Zoom call.
And if I’m honest, I’m scared he might be next.
I’m usually an optimistic, mystical person. I believe in cycles. I believe emotions move like weather systems.
And right now—this is too much.
Both my inner world and the outer world feel heavy. I’m tired in a way sleep doesn’t fix. This isn’t me giving up. It’s me telling the truth.
If you’re holding grief, rage, exhaustion—there’s nothing wrong with you. Sometimes the weight is real because the conditions are real.
I don’t have a clean ending.
Just breath.
Just honesty.
Just letting the feelings be here tonight.

25/01/2026

Forever one of my favorite places on the planet

🌎

Moku O’Keawe

Mahalo Nui

20/01/2026

Nature is indifferent. It doesn’t care about your morality or how good your heart is. Whether you’re Jewish or Muslim. Deadbeat or Divine. It rains on everyone. It doesn’t operate to the dictates of human beings. It never has. It never will. Ultimately, nature always wins.

Throwback to my last day off with .if and it was splendid

GO TO NATURE FOR THE REMINDER

13/01/2026

ⴰⵙⴳⴳⵡⴰⵙ ⴰⵎⴳⴳⴰⵥ

ASSEGAS AMEGAZ

YEAR 2976

Today we celebrate more than a new year.
We celebrate thousands of years of Amazigh heritage—my heritage—resilience, memory, and identity that lives in my bones and flows through my soul, just as it does for every Amazigh.
Yennayer marks the agricultural calendar of our ancestors—a time when the earth renews itself, when families gather, and when we honor the land that has sustained us for millennia.
From the Atlas Mountains to the Sahara, this is our lineage. This is survival. This is continuity.
We are still here. 🌾✨

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