Some of you know I was in Mexico in October and early November for immersion in plant medicine and more training with my teachers there. I didn’t realize how much of myself I’d left behind until I was standing in a small village in Mexico, surrounded by candles and prayers. The natural beauty and the simplicity of it all stopped me in my tracks and I had to just take it all in. The ceremony wasn’t loud. It was quiet. Honest. Something inside me finally stopped pretending. I got to be with myself and the medicine in a way that was simple, beautiful and profound all at once. I learned something very important for me as a healer and teacher -- Coming home to your own light isn’t a grand arrival — it’s the soft truth that you were never really lost. It's the dog barking in the distance as the plants and the spirits gather you in close to their hearts - knowing we are all connected. It's the music from the small town square in the background while spirit is working through you in the dark. It's the magic of a tiny weathered woman praying for me like I've never been prayed for before. That is the magic of connection and being connected without expectation. Just receiving. Just allowing. Something new is forming. Stay close. 🌙