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Hi! I'm Darla.

I live in Costa Rica with my husband and two young sons. On a farm. Homestead style. Believe it or not, this was not a hipster dream of mine. Instead it came about because of a whirlwind divorce from a successful doctor in Madrid, Spain; a last-minute solo trip to Costa Rica to get away from it all; and an equally whirlwind romance with a tour guide with land and a vision. My life has done a 180 in the last five years. It hasn't all been romantic beach getaways, though. Postpartum depression, culture shock, isolation, homesickness, are all everyday realities.

Which is why I created DIVINA and, subsequently, this website.

I'm passionate about teaching women and mixed race spiritual seekers how to ground themselves in their own cultural lineage as spiritual practice. As a First Nations woman raised in my ancestral homelands, I know what a deep sense of rootedness can do for oneself. As an expat, I know what it's like to flounder without it. As the world becomes smaller and the melting pot because bigger, it's easy to lose yourself in a collective spirituality. It's easy to slip into retreats, practices and even dress codes that are based in cultural appropriation and not true spiritual wisdom.

It doesn't have to be that way.

Together we can create a spiritual practice that fills your cup because it already fills your bones.

Communicating Across Cultural-Spiritual Barriers

I spent four years studying intercultural communication at the graduate level-- earning my Master's degree in the subject in 2011. I had planned to get some sort of corporate job in Seattle, teaching people how to communicate across cultural barriers with other people. I was shocked . . . then surprised . . . and now delighted to discover that my true purpose is to live as close to the land as possible while teaching people how to communicate interculturally with other spirits and beings who inhabit this world with us. (Graduate student me would have rolled my eyes at that last sentence).

I specifically studied how food creates and sustains cultural identity and legacy-- an apt prequel to the spiritual work I now do with ancestors.


Darla Antoine

2011-- Just earned an M.A. in intercultural communication from the Communication and Journalism Department at the University of New Mexico!

2011-- Just earned an M.A. in intercultural communication from the Communication and Journalism Department at the University of New Mexico!


2004-- Whitworth University, B.A. Journalism and Mass Communication

2009-- Mentored in the intuitive arts by Anna Sayce

2010-- Graduate of Automatic Intuition by Slade Roberson

2010-- Completed the Laughing Sage Wellness Hormonal and Spiritual Balance Program by Alisa Vitti

2011-- University of New Mexico, M.A. Intercultural Communication

2016-2017 -- Ongoing mentoring in spiritual work with Mary Shutan

2017-- Advanced Mentoring in the intuitive arts with Anna Sayce

My Lineage

She only spoke Salish when she was under anesthesia. When the defenses she had erected around that part of her Story were relaxed by gases.

In the 1930's, my Grandmother was taken from her home and forced into a Canadian boarding school for First Nations peoples. The goal of these schools (which were in operation in the U.S. and Canada up until the 1970's) was to "kill the Indian and save the man" inside every indigenous person.

Her hair was shorn. Her language, the only language she knew, was forbidden. Communication with her siblings who were also at the school was also forbidden. During school holidays she was sent to work in the homes of privileged White families. That's right. During holidays. 

She was 6-years old. 

In the 1950's, she met and fell in love with a White man who became my grandfather. They had four children and a ranch together but were not allowed marry-- Loving vs. Virginia hadn't happened yet. Unfortunately, back in those days, a woman wasn't much without a husband, especially a brown woman. When my grandfather died unexpectedly of a heart attack she was left with four children to feed and clothe. All hands had to be on deck. My uncle, the oldest, had lost his right arm in a farming accident when he was 12-years old. Now, at 15, he went to work as a logger to help take care of his three younger sisters and the two cousins my Grandmother had taken in so that they literally wouldn't die from neglect.

Because, let's be honest, Reservations aren't always the kindest place to raise your family. My Grandmother chose to raise her children on her ancestral homelands but not on a Reservation. She wanted to avoid the pitfalls of addiction, violence and poverty. I think she made a wise choice. My mother and father chose to raise me in the same small community.


Removed from the darker influences of the community also meant being removed from the positive influences of the community: Dances, ceremonies, prayers, songs. Cultural rhythms and cultural reasons.

My Grandmother would probably argue that she had more important things to worry about than passing on the language and any little spiritual tidbits she could remember. Food, winter coats, shoes without holes in them, and that cow with the breached calf, for example. Besides, all that "Indian stuff" ever had done was to bring her trouble.

Once, in the forest while checking cattle on horseback, my grandfather and Grandmother came across a couple of White ranchers. One of the ranchers made a joke about my Grandmother being my grandfather's squaw . . .

She leveled her eyes and her rifle at the man and snarled "I'm no man's squaw."

My Grandmother worked Hard her entire life. My Mother has worked Hard her entire life. And you know what? I have worked Hard my entire life. I have spent summers working in lumber mills, summers fighting forest fires, summers fighting office boredom. But the Hard work of my Grandmother and my Mother afforded me something: A Bachelor's degree. And then a Master's degree. Which really means I had time to think. Time to explore. Time to wonder.

About our dances.

About our ceremonies.

Our prayers. Our songs.

And so I've gone searching for Them. 

And I've found Them searching for me.

Don't get me wrong: I am not in the business of selling novel cultural knowledge. That's my Soul's story for this lifetime. Your Soul has it's own story that doesn't and won't look like mine.

I have been Searching and Exploring my Story since the day my Grandmother went into that boarding school.

And I've learned a few things.

First and Foremost?

I was raised by a woman who was raised by a woman who raised by an institution that hated her.

And also:

I was raised by Love which was raised by Love which wasn't razed by institutionalized hate.

It's this exploration and self-inquiry that lead me to become a journalist specializing in Native media. But now? Now I'm a journal-ist specializing in turning the lens inward.

My name is Darla. My Mother's name is Bonnie. My Grandmother's name is Lucy.

I'm an Explorer. I'm a DreamWorker. I'm an Okanagan by way of Nez Perce.

And yeah. I worship my Ancestors. On both sides of the family (my paternal lineage is pretty bad ass too-- but that's another story).

I don't have time for airy-fairy, love-and-light bullshit.

I have no desire to transcend this World. Life on Earth is Mysterious. Dark. Dangerous. Glorious. It's Hard Work. Miraculous. Ugly. Breath-taking and Heart-breaking. I want dark, dank Earth under my nails and silver dainty bells on my wrists. I want to bathe in the warm glow of a sunset and shiver in the cold breeze of the Moon-less night. I believe you can't truly be a barefooted goddess (whatever that means) and not step in shit sometimes. Bring. On. The. Shit.

I have worked Hard to reclaim the lost Divine Feminine in my Life and my Lineage, and there's still a lot left to claim.

I incarnated with a special set of tools to help me navigate which piles of shit to avoid and which are actually fertile bombs of Divine Earthy Love.

Those tools?

Dreams and Intuition.

And You have them too.

Let's get some dirt on those chakras.

Our Location

3km in from Tres De Junio
Rta 2, Km 71, Costa Rica.


Contact Us

Contact me for more information about any of my services or to tell me more about your situation. I typically respond within 2 or 3 hours, but please give me up to 24 hours. #momlife

I'm looking forward to working with you!

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