Mother Ayahuasca came right out and asked me: "Do you know what you need to do?" I responded: "Yes, I'm to heal myself so that I may heal others." She told me that our work this time was complete and that I could relax and enjoy the ceremony.
I understood that these guides were souls that had previously had many human experiences. I also understood that at some point, when my human work is complete—in this lifetime or another—that I will join them.
I kept asking Mother Ayahuasca if I was failing and doing the ceremony "wrong." I asked for her help. I was so tired. I tried to stay awake and not lay down. I so badly just wanted the ceremony to end and to go to bed.
We all sat outside in two circles. There were 16 people in our retreat group plus most of the support staff joined us. We were each armed with a bucket, an empty glass, and two 2.5L bottles of water. You could feel everyone's nerves...
Determined to make a simple knockoff of the Roasted Vegetable Quinoa Bowl from The Alamo Drafthouse at home, I whipped up this delightful roasted veggie dish. Not only did it satisfy my craving for veggies but I made it a sheet pan recipe!
There have been a few seasons in my life where I was working a job I disliked and felt as if someone else owned me and my time. Does this sound familiar? If so, I don’t blame you for looking forward to the weekend.
What do you do when you have provolone and pepperoni in your fridge? You make pizzas. Duh. And as luck would have it, I found myself not only with pizza-y meat and cheese, but I also had some Siete Almond Flour Tortillas on hand and knew they'd make the perfect thin crust.
After discussing keto with my functional medicine doctor as well as my friend Elle Russ, author of The Paleo Thyroid Solution, it was recommended that due to my hypothyroidism (and recent bloodwork) that I hold off a bit before going full keto and instead stick with a basic paleo diet.
Like a Russian nesting doll, the smallest doll (my child self) experienced a pain that my innocent mind couldn't understand. As that core doll got concealed inside each new doll (as I grew up), each new version of me carried that childhood pain within.
In my eyes, journaling rides that fine line between simple self-help tool and controlled-tumbling-down-the-rabbit-hole-of-life woo. So whether you're a little of the former or the latter, hang tight because there are some takeaways for all of you here.
Let me start by saying I love breakfast, and I have no shame in admitting that I’ve eaten breakfast food for every meal of my day on more than one occasion. My go-to favorite is eggs over medium paired with bacon and avocado—but sometimes it’s fun to be a little indulgent. Sometimes you just need pancakes.