Full moon dreaming
With fresh full moon intentions set, gifts given and received, I feel the energy crawling up my spine for me to run out and look for that massive moon hiding behind the San Cristobal clouds.
I am here. In this place of magic. Surrounded by mountains and the fog rolling in on the early mornings. Cacao ceremonies and coffee rituals and I'm home. Everything here breathes love. Or it might just be the state I'm in.
Have you ever travelled to a country where every single place you visit, every random street you pick, every ocean wave you feel breaking into the sand while piecing you back together, every tree on every mountain top just screams, whispers, bathes in magic?
Mexico has been on my list for a long time. It took me 30 years to book a flight to the first Latin American country I would visit. If you know me, you'll know that's a strange choice. Why wait so long to immerse yourself in all the things you love the most? Why tease yourself for decades when deep down you know?
You know you'll want to stay.