As I prepare to travel to Oaxaca, to walk upon the soil where María Sabina lived, prayed, sang and practiced her medicine, I find myself looking backwards, because something in me is beginning to recognise the thread. I am going to Oaxaca with a mission, a mission that began long before I knew I was on my way there, and when I look at the path behind me now, I realise how many of the things I once experienced as separate were quietly preparing the ground for one another. I am

Mercury has entered Scorpio, and the messenger has descended. In the myth of Persephone, Hermes is the one who travels into the realm of Hades to bring what has been taken into the underworld back toward the light. He moves between worlds, the visible and invisible, the conscious and unconscious, the world above and the world below. This is the territory of Mercury in Scorpio. The airy, mobile intelligence of Mercury enters the deep waters of Scorpio, and the mind is no longe

Only a few days after the Equinox, the Full Moon rises in Aries, illuminating the opposite end of the Libra–Aries axis. We have just been contemplating Libra | relationship, reciprocity, balance, the art of meeting another without losing ourselves. Now the light turns toward the other side of the scale. The I. Aries brings us back to the primordial fire of selfhood, the instinct to exist, to act, to desire, to protect what is alive within us. And perhaps this is where the rel

Twice a year, the Earth arrives at a moment of exquisite equilibrium. The Sun crosses the celestial equator, and for a breath, day and night stand almost equal. In the Northern Hemisphere, we begin the descent into autumn. In the Southern Hemisphere, the Earth begins to rise into spring. One hemisphere releases. The other emerges. And yet, both are participating in the same movement of the Earth around the Sun. This is the mystery of the Equinox | balance does not mean samene

We are always experiencing something. There is always something moving through us, something asking to be understood, something taking shape beneath what we can immediately see. There is what is happening, and then there is everything quietly moving behind the scenes | the invisible threads that pull at our attention, our emotions, our choices, our encounters. This relationship between the visible and the invisible has become the foundation of my own practice. Over the years,

There are moments in the celestial cycle when a planet appears to turn backwards through the sky. We call this retrogradation, but symbolically, it is less about going backwards than about turning inward. And when Venus retrogrades through Scorpio, the invitation is particularly intimate. Venus is not Mercury. Although Venus and Mercury will briefly retrograde simultaneously, their invitations are different. Mercury retrograde asks us to reconsider how we think, communicate,

There is something about the return from summer that always feels like a quiet turning inward. Summer has its own invitation to expansion. The sun draws us outward. We travel, we gather, we return to family and friends, we move through different landscapes and rhythms. There is more light, more life outside of us, and somehow we are encouraged to follow it there. We open, we reach, we experience. And then, almost imperceptibly, the movement changes. We come home. We return to

As the Sun enters Virgo, the first Earth of the zodiac, we are invited back to essence, to simplicity, purity and the primordial innocence of who we are. Virgo reminds us that before creating the systems that hold our lives, we must first remember what is worth preserving | that original spark of love and light within us. In mythology, Astraea, goddess of justice and innocence, was said to have remained among mortals during the Golden Age, living alongside humanity and witnes

There are moments when the way we ordinarily perceive the world becomes too familiar. We move through the same memories, the same relationships, the same beliefs about ourselves. We return to the same emotional patterns, often without realizing that we are looking through a particular architecture of perception. An altered state of consciousness can offer a passage beyond that familiar architecture. Not necessarily by giving us something new, but by allowing us to see w

Lately I have been thinking a lot about space. We speak so much about time, perhaps because time is easier for us to perceive. We have Chronos, the measurable movement of things, the passing of seasons, the accumulation of years. We organize our lives around time, we make plans according to time, we speak constantly about what has happened and what is yet to come. But there is another dimension through which we experience our existence just as profoundly | SPACE. We are being

The minerals are Earth’s condensed teachings, gestated deep in the molten core of her womb, beneath all that moves, blooms, breathes, and breaks. Before the plants, before the animals, before thought, there were the minerals. They are Earth’s first language. To hold a stone is to touch something that has always been moving, folding, refining, sharpening, waiting. Minerals are movement in stillness. And when they become crystal, they become clarity. We often speak of crystals

This reflection began on the island of Delos. While hosting a retreat on the neighboring island of Mykonos, the only journey we made beyond our practice space was a pilgrimage across the waters to this sacred land. We walked quietly among the ancient stones, allowing the myth to reveal itself through the landscape rather than through books. The warmth of the sun, the untamed Aegean carried by the wind, the taste of salt, and the silence held within those ruins made it easy to

What if the answers you are looking for are already within you? The Guides Oracle is a contemplative deck created to help you return to that inner knowing. Rather than offering answers from the outside, the cards create a space in which your own perception can become clearer. Through image, scent, stone, sensation and intuition, each card invites you to slow down, listen inward and notice what is already trying to reveal itself. The Guide is within. The card opens the door. E

Every time I travel in service of what my soul has been entrusted to share, I leave with the quiet certainty that I receive far more than I could ever offer. What begins as a breathwork gathering inevitably becomes something much older, a remembrance woven through friendship, reciprocity, shared laughter, unexpected encounters, and the ancient whispers that seem to arrive whenever hearts gather with sincerity. It is in those unscripted moments, in the spaces we resist filling

An Ayurvedic journey through Cancer’s waters, Leo’s flame, and the cultivation of digestive vitality As we move from the waters of Cancer into the fire of Leo, we enter a seasonal passage that mirrors the elemental nature of Pitta dosha, the union of fire and water. Cancer teaches us how to nourish, soften, listen, and create the inner conditions in which we can feel held. Leo gathers those waters and warms them with vitality, courage, purpose, and the charisma to place our w

The New Moon in Gemini left a profound reflection in me… I find myself contemplating one of the great gifts of this sign | the capacity to hold duality through curiosity. Gemini is the child of the cosmos, forever moving between the inner and outer worlds, seeking understanding through observation, dialogue, and reflection. This reflection emerges from that space. An event may be examined objectively. Facts may be gathered,t imelines reconstructed, actions analyzed, resp

Water never argues with the landscape.It receives it. It yields to it. It remembers it. ‍ The longer I dedicate myself to this path, the less I believe that healing has ever belonged solely to the individual. We often speak of our wounds as though they were private territories, hidden beneath the surface of the skin, waiting patiently for the right insight, the right medicine, or the right teacher to finally set them free. Yet the years have slowly softened that belief. They

Lately, I have been reflecting on how much information surrounds us. ‍ We live in a time where knowledge is no longer hidden behind monastery walls or protected within mystery schools. Wisdom traditions that once required years of travel, devotion, and apprenticeship can now be accessed with a simple search. We can listen to masters while walking the dog, explore ancient philosophies through podcasts, ask questions to artificial intelligence, read thousands of books, and even

Kambô, the secretion of the Amazonian frog Phyllomedusa bicolor, entered my field as a mirror into the deeper architecture of possession. Because what we often call addiction is only the surface expression of something far more subtle. It is not only attachment to substance, but attachment to pattern, to impulse, to repetition, loops that live beneath conscious awareness. These are the waters of Scorpio. Dark, fertile, devious, hidden. The unconscious streams where taboo, obs

There is a teaching in yoga that has accompanied me for almost three decades, and the older I become, the more I understand that it is not merely philosophical, but profoundly human: everything is maya. Everything is illusion. Not illusion in the sense that life is unreal, but illusion in the sense that what we perceive is rarely the thing itself. What we see is often the projection of our memories, our fears, our desires, our wounds, our longings, and our inherited shadows d