But there is another option. One that will provide ready cash for families, build their feeling of personal power and self-esteem, and give them a reason to hold onto the land their families have owned

From fish tanks to fertile land, one young man is transforming his life with hope and sustainability.

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

We need your help to get to the finish line. . . The filter is the center of the fish farm system we are redesigning and rebuilding for this Mayan family. However, the plumber had not finished the work we asked him to do.

I know the jungle is alive. I know it is a community, with the plants, animals, rocks, water holes, and unseen guardians all working together. But when you feel the power of it directed at you, when you are the one interrupting the peace, the awareness of the power of this connected wild community suddenly becomes very real.

The offering is for the four Chaacs, the Maya rain gods whom are honored here and who care for the people by bringing fresh water to fill the ancient wells and quench the thirst of the land.

Xibalba. The Underworld. Place of Fear and Lords of Death. Why on earth would anyone want to open a portal to Xibalba?

This Maya woman was given a fish farm. A few months later, it was destroyed by

It was hot. Stifling. The kind of damp heat that takes your breath away.

Gods and goddess ringed the circle, Ixchel the goddess of childbirth, Yum Kaax the lord of the forest, and most importantly, Chaac, the red

There is a cave in Yucatan where the locals have gone for millennia to perform the Chac Chaac ceremony, a ritual that brings the rain.

My Maya friend lives in the sleepy little village of Leona Vicario. Her home is simple, warm, and welcoming and abundant

He prayed in Mayan for a few minutes. I sat with my eyes closed, still a bit in awe and just trying to relax and take it all in.

Its energy is tangible. Its smooth contours were made by the careful hands of Don Sergio, a master potter who lives in a remote village

I just returned from the wedding of the youngest daughter of my good friend and shaman (healer/herbatero), Don Francisco. It was a 3 day...

The fire from the traditional stone kiln glowed against the cool Yucatan evening. Three of us sat not far from it, feeling its heat, and gaz

In animal form the person was much stronger and faster and could easily run into town in 15 minutes. Of course, this tended to scare some p

I decided to make a little Ixchel image as an offering to the goddess. Sergio was so struck by my work that he said I have a “don” the word

"If you don't find center, then you can never find your place in the Universe!" With the weight of foreboding, this proclamation made by...

A yui chivo (pronounced why chibo) is a shape shifter. I am still gathering information/stories about them, but so far, here is my basic