We don’t do sound baths or yoga. We have a lovely friend who some might call a shaman, but he calls himself a yerbatero. He doesn’t wear feathers, and I have never seen him blow a conch shell. In fact, he usually wears his only white shirt, a pair of old slacks and a very cheap pair of flipflops. . . . For I do believe it is the magic that becomes the medicine. But it is not an easy magic nor one that can be quantified or explained. Rather it is experienced, in all its raw

Out with the old energy and in with the new! This is a powerful ceremony!

The next night, something amazing happened. I went to bed and as things began to quiet down around me my mind began to drift. I remembered

And, though it may be powerful, it is humble and does not attract attention to itself. It is not filled with fanfare nor is it beautiful.