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Imagine you’re in a hot 🥵 moist beautiful piece of paradise and a hurdle of mosquitoes 🦟 🦟 🦟 are flying your way… what do you do..???

Who are we? Who is HTM for? I didn’t just wake up one day and decide to build a community— I was called to this. By pain. By purpose. By a whisper in my heart that grew louder every time I tried to ignore it. At just five years old, I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease that made me feel like a prisoner in my own body. Western medicine “kept me alive,” but it also kept me small—tied to pills, fear, and dependency. Disconnected from my sacred body, cast in chronic pain, I felt so different, I lived in so much shame. Since my earliest memories, I felt lost and confused—living in a society disconnected from our first mother, Mother Earth. I was born into a family doing the best they could with the resources, tools, and beliefs they had. I was raised in a system where time was something to manage, not savor. Productivity was praised, and discipline was my father’s primary love language. From a young age, I navigated the world in survival mode— wrapped in a pain few understood, asking the kind of questions most adults were too afraid to ask. Even my dad was impressed by the depth of my curiosity and awareness. As I begun to prepare for a life on my own, I spent eight years pursuing nursing, feeling called to help others heal and hopefully, feel better… all awhile slowly losing myself in the process. I was trapped in a system my soul didn’t believe in—a system built to treat symptoms, not root causes. But at the time, I didn’t know anything else. My life experience, my upbringing, my entire reality had been shaped by that model. My mom is a proud nurse. Western medicine was our guiding light—it was all we knew. So even as my soul whispered for something more, I kept trying to heal within the only framework I had exposure to. It’s a system that masks pain with prescriptions, only to create more symptoms.

My first experience connecting with nature as medicine was nothing short of profound. I had just undergone foot surgery and was doped up on OxyContin—numbed out, foggy, and still in pain. My mother was at work, my father running errands. I was home from High School, stuck on the couch feeling like a zombie in my own body. Then, something shifted.A message floated through my consciousness:“Smoke me.” I paused, confused… then realized exactly what she meant.I had a stash—some marijuana my best friend and I had shared, hidden away in the back of my closet. I gimped upstairs, retrieved the pipe and weed wrapped in socks, and made my way out to the waterfall in my backyard. Alone in nature, I took my first solo inhale of Mary Jane And I’m not exaggerating when I say—the moment that smoke touched my lips and entered my lungs, the pain melted away. Instant relief. A breath of hope. That moment cracked something open inside me. It was the gateway to a deeper knowing:True healing doesn’t come in a bottle or under a surgeon’s knife. It unraveled so many stories I had been told—about medicine, about healing, about what was “right.”From that day forward, my relationship with plant medicine began. It wasn’t about rebellion. It was about remembrance. I always sensed there were other paths to healing…But it wasn’t until I left behind everything I knew that I could actually discover them. I tend to dive into the deep end and go allin!And I know that’s not how most people choose to learn or grow.Humans are instinctively creatures of habit.We repeat what’s familiar…Until something wakes us up. As the saying goes—"To know and not to do is really not to know." – Stephen R. Covey Even when we learn something new,actually doing it—stepping outside of what’s comfortable—takes courage.Especially when you’re surrounded by the same people, the same routines,living in the same environment that shaped your “normal.” But for me, radical healing required radical change.Every deep transmutation I’ve gone through has called for a new environment—new energy, new soil to root into.

I didn’t just wake up one day and decide to build a community—I was called to this. By pain. By purpose. By a whisper in my heart that grew louder every time I tried to ignore it. At just five years old, I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease that made me feel like a prisoner in my own body. Western medicine “kept me alive,” but it also kept me small—tied to pills, fear, and dependency. Disconnected from my sacred body, cast in chronic pain, I felt so different, I lived in so much shame. Since my earliest memories, I felt lost and confused—living in a society disconnected from our first mother, Mother Earth. I was born into a family doing the best they could with the resources, tools, and beliefs they had. I was raised in a system where time was something to manage, not savor. Productivity was praised, and discipline was my father’s primary love language. From a young age, I navigated the world in survival mode—wrapped in a pain few understood, asking the kind of questions most adults were too afraid to ask. Even my dad was impressed by the depth of my curiosity and awareness. As I begun to prepare for a life on my own, I spent eight years pursuing nursing, feeling called to help others heal and hopefully, feel better… all awhile slowly losing myself in the process.I was trapped in a system my soul didn’t believe in—a system built to treat symptoms, not root causes.But at the time, I didn’t know anything else. My life experience, my upbringing, my entire reality had been shaped by that model. My mom is a proud nurse.Western medicine was our guiding light—it was all we knew. So even as my soul whispered for something more, I kept trying to heal within the only framework I had exposure to. It’s a system that masks pain with prescriptions, only to create more symptoms.The root becomes harder to find, and the cycle becomes harder to break. It’s a system that keeps those asking for help stuck, confused, and in pain.And I know what it’s like to just want one single day without suffering. Trust me, I know. Because this is my life story.