When most people think of plant medicine, they imagine purging, visions, maybe a few hours of deep emotional release. And yes, those are common—and beautiful—parts of the process. But if you've sat with these sacred medicines, you may have felt there's something more happening… something beyond the physical and emotional layers.

A tale of impossible roads, invisible ropes, and what happens when we move anyway. Years ago, I lived in a tiny town of 137 people, tucked into the foothills of a small mountain range. It was an area of natural beauty, yet heavy with hardship. The kind of place where stories linger in the soil—where people both hide and seek at the same time.

I have come to witness your magic. I am here to hear you wail. I am here, not to touch you, but to be touched by you. I am here.