I'll never forget the moment. I was on the people mover at the Denver Airport going to my gate. It was a long ride as my gate was at the very end of the terminal. I was standing there on the conveyer belt – which first of all was weird because
No! Please Don’t Make Me Breathe! Breathing was something I didn’t really want to do for most of my life. Not that I didn’t want to breath to stay alive but it was the breathing that meditation and yoga teachers nudged me to do … focusing on the air going in-and-out of my lungs -
This capacity to support us in our Inner work is one of the many things I love about the plant's gifts and why I offer cannabis plant medicine in my elevation ceremonies and healing sessions. In conducive settings, the plant helps us reveal our shadow side by prying back the mental metal curtain of our armored self.