The Medicine

soul quest

The fire learned to stay small so no one would put it out. The Ember Gate is for when you're done with that.

Sorrow larger than its moment, love without a source: some grief spans lifetimes. Go where it began.

You buried something once, in another life, under another sky. The soil still knows your name.

The hesitation at your throat has a history. Cross the bridge and unbind the voice at its source.

Why does that music make you weep with no memory attached? Some questions only answer at altitude.

Join me in the Circle