Shedding of Skin

There is a tree here in Chacala, Mexico, that the locals call “the Gringo tree.” It is constantly peeling like a sunburn. I guess the folks here believe that Americans have sensitive skin to this tropical sun.

Yesterday, on a long walk alone, I saw about 30 of them and I kept thinking of all the layers the women (and myself) are shedding in this retreat. I walked to the highest point of this community and, in full sun, felt my own skin shedding with the sun.

There is healing transformation happening. I’m sleeping like I haven’t in a very long time. I suffer from insomnia. Badly! Rest has always been a struggle. I’m fascinated by the brain fog that has lifted from just a few nights of continuous sleep. My body is detoxing as well. The first two days it was not pleasant!

The shedding of skin(s) is allowing each of us to get down to the core of what matters, what we desire, and what holds us back. Sitting with these women has also helped me see my own shit that needs removal.

Just like the Gringo tree, we are exposing our truths, convictions, and forgotten dreams.

It is such an honor to be in the presence of the divine feminine and witness the changes. We are recreating, manifesting and transforming the old into new… some of us, raw from the sun just like the tree.

It takes work and vulnerability to stay open to the magic!