Until just a few days ago I had a neat and tidy plan to write this month’s blog post about the conclusion of summer and my agenda for fall. Pretty standard stuff, right?
Then, something extraordinary happened.
Over the weekend, I attended a ayahuasca ceremony at a shaman’s private garden in Cabo San Lucas. It was just me, a group of strangers, a yoga mat and blanket and nature’s elements.
I’m still unpacking the experience, but here’s what I can tell you…
It was intense. During the five-hour ceremony, so many different types of visuals appeared one after another. Loved ones from my past offered messages of forgiveness and acceptance, and there was even a Native American master chief who welcomed me into this tribe.
I saw snakes, worms — all types of moving creatures — cornmeal, cornstalks, honeycomb shapes and skeletons. There was definitely a Native American meets Day of the Dead theme going on.
I also worked through unresolved grief in the most beautiful way. It was so freeing. Sometimes you don’t even realize the weight you are carrying until you are forced to face it.
Creatively, it was equally amazing. The visions of textures, patterns, geometric figures and color combinations will definitely be incorporated into my future work. I’m not sure how just yet, but I can’t wait to see how this unexpected burst of inspiration will unfold.
Everything was so vivid, so sharp.
My path is clear and now it’s my responsibility to put this life-changing experience into action.
So the next time doubt creeps in, or I hang onto something that isn’t serving me, I will remind myself of my inner goddess. I am strong. I am capable. I am enough.