For many years I have been working with the sacred plants as a modality for healing and expansion. Time and again I have witnessed the magic of what happens along peoples lives when we surrender and open to this path of self-love and exploration of our inner plains.
I feel so honoured to walk this medicine path in every aspect of my life and so grateful for the last two weeks as my close sisters all visited and stepped on African soil for the first time. I don’t think any of us expected the true gems and gifts of this trip. We worked together in pure synergy and dance. We learnt and remembered who we are and where we came from. We danced under the stars, we sang our prayers, and we journeyed deep into our inner landscapes. We swam naked up rivers and ancient pathways. We cried tears of joy and pain. We nourished our bodies with green goodness from the land and we worked and paved the way for a new opening of working together and embodying the divine Goddess nature in all her glory, compassion and transformation.
Just when I thought our African adventure was coming to its natural departure, my true medicine opened up. I remembered why I had come back to this land I have always called home.
Just when I thought our African adventure was coming to its natural departure, my true medicine opened up. I remembered why I had come back to this land I have always called home.
It was such a deep unfolding I can still taste the rocks under my feet, feel the stories of ancient tales and connect to the true tapestry of my soul. After leading a very powerful retreat a few weeks ago and being held by the sisters. We were invited to sleep at the top of Table Mountain. The wind was blowing and howling and we were four feminine who were met at the mountain edge by four amazing South African Men who were about to give us a taste of their medicine and how they work.
The Journey was long, windy and we danced our way up the mountain under the light of stars and moon. We scrambled over rocks faces and I remembered why I love being in nature and where I come from. This Mountain I have always known and so powerful to remember I come from the mountain. She is my mountain. She is apart of me.
We found an overhang and we laid our bodies to the ground, sang and shared our stories with each other against the backdrop the summer wind that howled its way through every crevice. We also witnessed the magic of the divine masculine in all his glory as they carried our bags, encouraged us as we climbed into the dark of the unknown and shared with us their medicine and love of the mountain and being connected to the elements.
It was such a deep unfolding I can still taste the rocks under my feet, feel the stories of ancient tales and connect to the true tapestry of my soul.
To wake up and feel the first morning rays kiss your skin and smell the sweet fragrance of the fynbos is a true gift. To sit and be with the beauty of all that is and all that was and all that will be allows for deep Meditation. I ran along the slopes and swam naked in the dam and washed myself with the mountain water and felt deep gratitude for being alive and being able to receive this medicine. This Medicine that is always there, we just forget to receive it and it’s free.
My invitation for all those reading who live in Cape Town, go and climb her, and sleep on top of her majestic beauty, for those in other places near and far go find the elements and sleep outdoors, walk bare feet and remember this life is sacred.
I am forever transformed by this experience.
Thank you to the magical constellation that was and will always be.
In Love and Service
