Your Sacred Healing Journey is Now

Looking back at Day One of the Sacred Healing Journey always reminds me what it really takes to walk a path of healing—not just healing yourself, but eventually bringing your own healing gifts, your own medicine, into the world.

That lesson came alive for me during the first part of my trip here in Mexico. (Part two begins tonight.) Even after decades of doing this work, studying with incredible teachers, and teaching professionally for years, I made a decision before I arrived.

I wasn't going to show up as the teacher.

I was going to show up as the beginner.

I gave myself permission to be curious again. To ask questions. To not have all the answers. To simply experience what was in front of me.

The truth is, you can only do that when you're in a space that feels safe.

And that's exactly what I want The Rainbow Path to be.

Not another place where you have to prove yourself.

Not another place where you have to pretend you already know what you're doing.

Not another place where you're afraid you'll ask the "wrong" question.

I want it to be a place where you can exhale.

A place where you can explore your healing without judgment.

A place where you can ask for what you need.

A place where you can make mistakes, discover new parts of yourself, and realize that every step—even the uncertain ones—is part of becoming who you were meant to be.

That's why Day One of the Sacred Healing Journey isn't about learning techniques.

It's about giving yourself permission to name and claim the healer that already lives within you.

I know that isn't always easy.

I've lived through the years of self-doubt. The fear. The constant wondering if any of this would ever work out. I spent far too much time questioning myself instead of trusting what Spirit was quietly showing me.

Looking back, I realize the biggest problem wasn't that I lacked ability.

It was that I couldn't clearly see what was possible on the other side of my fear.

My vision was too clouded by doubt.

Something else happened during this trip that touched me deeply.

One of my teachers—a person I've respected and learned from for more than ten years—was taking the class right alongside the rest of us.

And they participated as if it were their very first time.

They weren't trying to be the expert.

They weren't trying to prove anything.

They were simply present.

Watching that gave me permission to become childlike again—to explore, to play, to wonder.

"What happens if I try it this way?"

"What if I look at it from a completely different perspective?"