I have moved a lot and continue to, so home has always been an important theme in life: an exploration of, searching for, longing and aching for. 

Years ago, I was singing and dancing in a ceremonial gathering, to songs I had not known before, in a place I had never been before, and with people I had never met before, and yet I was showered over with such an undeniable nostalgia and strong sense of remembering from seemingly deep in my bones. It was like this profound sigh of relief in my soul, "ahhh yes, homecoming." This is when I began to truly learn about this different sense of home.

A year later, I found myself alone, without much of anything, in the wild Catalan Pyrenees, laid out across a rock that held me as I gazed out into the mountains and valley and sky, and I felt more at home than I have in places I've lived for years. Again, I had returned home. 

And then again in meditation. 

And then again in the presence of more wild nature. 

And then again in yoga practice.

And then again in ceremony.

And then again in the company of loved ones.

And then again playing the drums. 

And then again in silent retreat.

And then again in dark retreat. 

And then again in dancing. 

With each glimpse of and connection to these truths, to the heart, to my soulful Self, life has turned into a beautiful, winding journey back home. 

Entheogenic experiences can often bring about this feeling of remembering or connecting to something that feels so true and real, beyond the 'reality' as we daily know it, even bringing this sense of homecoming. I see integration as remembering and continuing that journey back home. 

I'm walking my way back home and always looking for company. I'm here not to guide, nor teach, but merely to walk alongside and offer support to those also making their way back home.