30/11/2025
In ceremony, the teachings rise from the same place the roots do, deep, unseen, and impossibly patient.
The earth offers her guidance quietly, in currents of knowing that move through the body like a slow remembering.
These old roots hold the memory of how to sit, how to open, how to surrender.
They remind us that healing doesn’t arrive in a single vision, but in the slow opening of trust…breath by breath, step by step.
Here, the forest becomes the temple.
The soil becomes the altar.
And every root becomes an elder carrying medicine older than names.
To walk this way is to remember the ceremony beneath all ceremonies,
the one the earth has been holding since the beginning.
