Breathings of the heart

I went to the Highlands expecting healing. I expected tears. I expected release. I expected depth. What I did not  expect was the laughter. The kind that comes from the belly.The kind that surprises you.The kind that heals without trying. I didn’t expect the love to feel so immediate, so familiar—like we were remembering something ancient rather than building something new. And I never expected the word clan  to stop feeling symbolic and start feeling real . The Clan Effect S

Reflections from Healing in the Highlands When I first envisioned Healing in the Highlands , I thought my role was to lead  a retreat. What I’ve come to understand—through the land, the people, the tears, the laughter, the release—is that my role is something far more subtle and far more sacred. I am not the healer. I am not the transformation itself. I am the portal . True transformation doesn’t happen because we push, fix, or force change. It happens when the nervous system