01/21/2026
The Day Mount Shasta Met Me
A few years ago, I took a winter trip to Mount Shasta that changed me in a way I never could have planned.
We had simple intentions — tubing near the ski hill, a lighthearted day in the snow. But when we arrived, the tubing was closed due to a lift malfunction. Suddenly, we were standing there not knowing what to do next. Instead of forcing a plan, we noticed a sign for a local alpine club offering cross-country skiing deeper on the mountain. Something said, go there.
We followed that nudge and found ourselves in the most beautiful, remote setting. There was a small yurt where you could rent skis, and from there, countless trails leading out into the trees. No crowds. No agenda. Just the mountain inviting us to explore.
We spent hours gliding through the snow, weaving among towering trees, laughing, playing, and stumbling upon places that felt quietly powerful — the kind of places where everything feels still and alive at the same time. It was a glorious day. And yet, as we began making our way back, I noticed a small feeling of disappointment rising in me. A part of me thought, I came all this way… shouldn’t something profound have happened by now?
And then it did — just not in the way I expected.
On the way back to the yurt, I went over a small hill and fell. My partner was far ahead and didn’t see me. I was completely fine, so I stayed where I was, lying in the snow beside a beautiful tree, looking up at the sky. That’s when I saw it.
A perfect heart made of light appeared above me and shone down onto the glistening snow. Inside that heart was a rainbow — soft, luminous, and impossibly precise. It felt unreal in the most sacred way. As I watched it, I felt love radiating all around me. A feeling of deep peace. Of belonging. Of home.
I knew, without question, that this was the moment I had been waiting for.
I lay there for several minutes, completely immersed in bliss, serenity, and love, until the heart slowly faded. When I finally stood up and met my partner, I felt full — deeply satisfied, humbled, and profoundly connected.
That day taught me something I carry with me always: Mount Shasta meets you exactly where you are. It doesn’t perform. It doesn’t force revelation. It simply brings you home to yourself.
This is why I am inviting you to join me for a Summer Solstice Retreat in Mount Shasta, from June 17–22, 2026. We’ll gather during the summer solstice, a powerful time of renewal and light, to slow down, connect deeply with nature, and allow the mountain to work with us in its own quiet, loving way.
During our time together, we’ll explore sacred sites and powerful energy areas, meditate, hike mindfully, journal reflectively, and give ourselves space to listen — truly listen — to what’s calling us forward.
*Lodging is included in the retreat price, so you can rest fully into the experience.
*Early bird registration is available and ends April 11, 2026.
Mount Shasta is a sacred place — known to Indigenous peoples long before the spiritual community found its way here. And yet, you don’t need to consider yourself a “spiritual seeker” to feel its magic. This retreat is for anyone longing to reconnect — with nature, with themselves, and with a sense of inner home.
If this story touched something in you, trust that. The mountain has a way of calling us — gently, lovingly, and right on time. Find out more at www.psychichorizonscenter.org/workshops
With an Open Heart,
Krista
