I don’t know when or how, only that it has.
The love that pulled me into the darkness of myself, the unraveling, the surrender, has finally claimed me. I stand here now, at the threshold, firm and unshaken, in awe of the magnitude and depth of its embrace.

Last night, I dreamt of a small dog with bloodied, mangled feet. It belonged to an old woman who seemed a bit batty and confused. She didn’t seem aware of what had happened to her dog and seemed indifferent, not out of cruelty but because her mind couldn’t grasp it.

I feel called to share the shamanic meaning of the hummingbird and its role as one of the powerful totems I work with personally in my own life.

Shamanism first hooked me years ago, when I picked up a copy of Carlos Castaneda’s The Teachings of Don Juan at age 22 in a traveller’s bookshop in Bangkok. Since then, it has been both my teacher and my guide through life’s deepest transformations.

This week, I had the honour of holding space for two beautiful souls in need of Shamanic healing within the sanctuary of their own homes.

In the stillness between my thoughts lies a doorway, subtle and unassuming. It is the space where the mind softens and the rush of reactivity dissolves into quiet. This space is infinite, a gateway to infinite creation.

The gift of free will. With it, we experience the illusion of separation by becoming the creators of our own lives. Through this journey, as seemingly separate beings, we rediscover that we are all one. This is the purpose of the journey.

Every time there is an expectation to take a stand or argue a viewpoint, I feel a visceral shift in my energy, a tug at my stomach. I’ve noticed that my vibration dips, pulling me slightly off-kilter. Does anyone else resonate?

I’ve been looking into some of the advice out there about supplementation for ADHD. Things like L-Tyrosine, iron, Rhodiola Rosea, NAC, and Ginkgo Biloba are often recommended for focus, mood, and energy.