After a wild season of expansion, I felt the call — not to create more, but to remember more.
To remember the Earth. My body. My heart.
So I answered that call… and landed in Ecuador.
A two-week journey designed not as a holiday, but as a reconnection.
With the land. With the spirit of Pachamama. With the parts of myself I’d quietly outgrown.
We began in Papallacta, soaking in the alchemical volcanic waters, letting the old melt and the new begin.
A hike through nature. A re-birthing ceremony in the pools.
It felt like I was re-entering my body after months in the mind.
Then we travelled deep into the Choco Andino jungle — one of the most biodiverse places on Earth.
At Maquipucuna, I walked with San Pedro, guided by the land itself, my spirit in full dialogue with nature.
We saw bioluminescent fungi glowing on the night walk — a reminder that even in the darkness, the Earth lights the way.
The Equinox arrived, and with it, a sacred pilgrimage to Cochasquí, the largest pyramid complex in South America.
We honoured the turning of the season with a traditional Andean ceremony led by an indigenous wisdom-keeper.
A full activation of remembrance — of what it means to walk in devotion.
Our final days in Imbabura were celebration. Music. The Pachamankha earth feast.
Connection with artisans, stories, local art, beauty in the details.
A coming home — not just to a place, but to a deeper version of myself.
This trip wasn’t just a journey.
It was an energetic re-anchoring.
A return to my truth.
A preparation for what’s next.
Now that I’m back, I feel clear.
Open-hearted.
Soft but strong.
Ready to lead from an even deeper place.
The Earth always holds the frequency of remembering — if we’re willing to listen.
