We Are Shamans. We Are Healers.

In a room full of Shamans the energy was palpable. A fun-loving woman who exuded joy guided us as we drummed to a beat set by the Mother, a rhythmic pattern in counts of eight, slow and steady, the energy rose. We danced and swayed to the beat, then created our own, each in the style of the energy we ourselves embody yet in unison together, holding a space of love and connection for one another. The energy so palpable we could see it there in the room dancing with us, echoing and reverberating for five miles, washing over the Earth to join her in a healing vibration meant for all her children.

We are Shamans. We are Healers.

In a room full of Shamans a vibrant healer shared her gift, a voice so powerful it could shift the air around her as she taught us how to find our own. Our sound, the one to bring us closer to our Mother Earth, connected by our roots from our chakra to our feet and down further still through the earth straight to the core. The essence of our beings fully present as we guided one another through movements with our hands held high to the sky, sharing our love and embracing our light.

We are Shamans. We are Healers.

In a room full of Shamans a woman shining with beauty from within shared sacred cacao in a ceremony crafted with love. An offering from the heart, that filled our senses with its heavenly aroma and ignited our taste buds before feeding our souls from the inside out. Smoking sage filled the room as a man with a gift of music played instruments so rare I’ve never seen but could feel the vibrations deep within my bones. A calling of remembrance that set in motion the need to release the wounds we have been carrying for far too long. And claim our legacy, stating aloud for all to hear, our purpose in life, our mission for being here.

We are Shamans. We are Healers.