05/26/2026
I stepped into the woods for an herbalism conference rooted in ancient practices, remembrance, and reconnection. Through cacao ceremonies, breathwork activations, plant walks, herbal teachings, laughter, tears, and the wild medicine of nature herself, we were invited to slow down enough to actually hear our own voices again.
We honored our ancestors, the old ways, and the deep roots of herbalism — remembering that healing was never meant to be separated from the earth, community, intuition, or spirit.
There was softness.
There was roaring.
There was the divine feminine rising through mossy trails, tired bones, open hearts, and barefoot moments beneath the trees.
And somewhere between the p***y toes blooming at our feet and the rhythm of breath in our lungs, I remembered once again,
we are not separate from nature… we are nature. 🌿
Forever grateful for the teachers, friends new and old, the plants, the stories, and the reminder that our roots still remember the way home.