16/02/2026
Mexico didn’t just welcome us —
it unraveled us.
Driving from the buzzing neon stretch of Cancún at night,
down toward the jungle edges of Tulum,
this leg of the journey felt less like a holiday or festival
and more like an initiation into the next chapter of life.
We dove straight in.
A Bufo sanctuary.
Days held gently by Pandora Star light journeys and deep-body massage —
portals through memory and muscle slowly softening.
Sauna heat.
Cold plunge clarity.
A nervous system stripped back,
ready to welcome change and truth.
Sage smoke curled through my teary prayers,
rising beyond the tipi walls,
into sky and something far wider.
Twice, I met the God molecule —
Bufo toad medicine, 5-MeO-DMT.
They say it is the most powerful medicine in the world.
I understand why.
The great dissolver 🐸
Ego softened.
Edges blurred.
And into the unspeakable quantum field I went.
It unblocked body, mind, and soul
in ways no single person could ever fully explain.
After that — water.
We swam in cenotes, crystal caves where sunlight pierced the dark like a blessing. Suspended in mineral water older than story, I felt time collapse. The Earth does not rush. She remembers.
At Cobá, beneath a vast Mexican sky,
I felt the echo of civilizations who understood cycles far better than we do.
Creation.
Collapse.
Renewal.
Repeat.
And in between the sacred —
the wildly human.
Girls Just Wanna Festival.
Tequila, margaritas, mojitos, piña coladas placed in your hand at every turn.
Poolside stages.
Music echoing over water.
I didn’t take a single shot — but I soaked in the joy, the laughter, the atmosphere.
Equal parts therapy, chaos, workshops, deep talks, dancing,
and music with purpose.
Voices that cracked the heart open wider —
Brandi Carlile,
The Chicks,
Joy Oladokun,
Sam Smith —
mirrors and medicine all at once. 🎶
There were dodgy taxi drivers.
Moments of, “Are we actually safe?”
And finally, wandering the streets of Playa del Carmen,
panic-buying gifts for the kids 😅
Because even while journeying through transformation,
motherhood hums steadily underneath it all.
Oh, how I missed my darlings throughout.
That was the hardest part.
Mexico and its offerings blew my mind open in ways I know I will never witness life quite the same again — spiritually, emotionally, energetically.
It was healing and triggering.
Expansive and confronting.
Sacred and slightly unhinged.
And then came the long journey home —
two days via Los Angeles International Airport —
bodies tired, hearts full,
integration just beginning.
Adiós, Mexico.
You were a mirror.
A medicine ceremony wrapped in sunshine and salt water.
A reminder that awakening isn’t always graceful —
sometimes it’s sweaty, tearful, taco-soaked,
and utterly divine.
And somewhere between the cenotes and the concerts,
I met yet another version of myself.
She’s coming home with me. 💫
