Returning to Sacred Space

Stepping away from routine - from the bustle and the constant doing, doing, doing - is essential. Vacation, retreat, or simply time outside the familiar rhythms of daily life gives us permission to rest. To receive. To enjoy moments without the weight of expectation or productivity pressing down on every breath.

I immerse myself fully when I’m away. I savor the freedom of temporarily stepping outside the norms of my life and my practices. There is deep nourishment in that pause, in remembering that rest itself is medicine.

And yet - coming home always feels right.

As a medicine person, I am my medicine. My ceremonies live within me. My connection to Creator is always strong, no matter where I am in this world. In truth, I can create sacred space anywhere I go, and I do. When needed, I go into ceremony wherever I am. Still, there is something profoundly grounding about returning to my healing space - the place where my medicines are practiced daily. And when I am away for too long, I feel a deep longing for it.

My sacred connection to my altar and my medicine bundles never leaves me. No matter where I am, that bond remains intact. But being with them - in their presence, touching them, feeling them, working with them - rests and reconnects me in a deeper spiritual and energetic way. There is a difference between carrying medicine and sitting with it.

Even spirituality, even energy healing, requires practice and discipline.

I did not grow up consciously knowing what I know now or doing what I do today. We all carry the innate ability to heal, to be medicine people in our own way. What distinguishes those who walk deeply in this path is not talent or mysticism - it is discipline. The willingness to walk the talk. To do the work. To practice what we preach and what we learn.

Much like no one would trust a personal trainer who smokes and neglects their body, the same truth applies to healers and medicine people. Integrity matters.

Discipline matters.

Transparency matters.

As someone that works with other healers, I myself would never trust someone in the vulnerable and intimate spaces of my inner sanctuary, who has never experienced the perils of adversity, lived in the darkness, and demonstrated through their own practices and discipline, their ability to come out stronger, wiser, and more healthier for it.

We are all human. We live human lives filled with trauma, fear, anger, grief, self-doubt, and loss. To walk the path of medicine work - whether professionally or personally - requires immense commitment. Every day. Not only when it’s convenient. Not only when others are watching.

We do this work not just for our own evolution, but so we can hold space without expectation, ego, or judgment - for ourselves and for the world - in ways others may not yet be able to. This is the responsibility. This is the gift.

It does not mean we never make mistakes. It does not mean we are unaffected by what is happening around us. It means we have tools. And more importantly, we use them.

We practice them.

We return to them again and again to help us navigate this world and our experiences within it.

Whether on vacation or at home.

All of this requires discipline.

So while I cherish stepping outside the role - setting aside my privileges and practices as a medicine person from time to time - returning to the roots of my sacred space always feels right. Returning to the deeper practices that allow me to do what I do feels like coming home to myself.

Having lived many places, traveled many lifetimes, and experienced many layers of this world, this path feels more real, more aligned, than anything before.

This is my blessing.

This is my gift.

And for that, I am truly grateful.