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

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.

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.

As we left the small jumping off town behind and wound our way into the wetlands, a feeling of both excitement and serenity washed over me.

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

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.

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

There is something magical that happens when you go into the tiny villages of the Yucatan. The quiet lives of the Maya people have a...

Do you love hummus? Then you will love this traditional Maya dish made from ground pumpkin seeds. Here in Mexico, this dish is made with...

Don Francisco drying wild harvest medicinal plants When we arrived, Don Francisco took us out into the garden behind his traditional Maya...

I was stunned at its size and its depth. A bit nervous, I moved toward the edge, assured by the men that the ground would not give way.

The winds devastated the fields, knocking down underdeveloped plants and prophesying a hungry future for the people in the farm villages

Temple to Ixchel in the Muyil Ruins Shaman or Charlatan? This is a subject often brought to our attention by local Maya people. First, I...

Have you ever been to a Maya birthday party? One of the things I love most about living on the Yucatan Peninsula and spending time with...

I arrive at the field where my shaman friend, Francisco, grows corn, beans, and squash for his family. An alux (supernatural Maya land...

Like an enthusiastic teacher, Don Francisco captured our attention one at a time as he let us look through the stone at each other.

This is Esteben. He was so happy to show us an egg laid by one of his chickens. He told us he gets two eggs a day, perfect for breakfast!...

"I have seen you." The cave was amazing, as it was every time we came to see it. Thousands of stalactites hung from the ceiling and...