ceremonies.
Where intention becomes ritual and the moment is honored as sacred
Plant.
Enter the wild temple of the plants. These ceremonies— ranging from microdoses to ceremonial (hero) doses of sacred plant allies—are crafted to wake up your senses, stir your heart, and drop you into deep communion with the earth. Each unique experience is a devotion to one plant— a living prayer of reciprocity, where the wisdom of the plant meets the longing of your soul.
This is ancient, living medicine—meant to be honored, danced with, listened to. Whether you're unraveling old patterns, seeking clarity, or simply remembering how to feel fully alive, plant ceremonies meet you exactly where you are.
They are playful, powerful, transformative and sacred. A weaving of presence, reflection, nature, and transformation.
Come as you are. Leave a little more yourself.
Relaxation.
Come remember what it feels like to truly relax.
This is your permission slip to slow all the way down.
We begin with a quiet tea ritual to soften the edges of the day—followed by guided meditation, calming breathwork, and gentle visualization to bring you home to your body. You'll be held in a space that invites deep stillness, nervous system reset, and inner ease.
This isn’t just a moment of peace—it’s a practice in cultivating it. You’ll leave with simple tools to carry the ceremony into your daily life, anchored in presence, grounded in calm, and feeling like you finally exhaled.
tea.
An ancient practice. A quiet ritual. A sacred pause. A journey inward through the simplicity of tea.
In a world that moves fast, tea asks us to slow down. To notice. To be here. Together, we sit in stillness—no rush, no fixing, no needing to be anywhere but now. The tea steeps. We sip. Breath deepens. The moment opens.
This ceremony is gentle yet profound, rooted in presence and reverence. It offers no performance, only practice—of listening, softening, and letting life come closer. Each bowl of tea is its own kind of medicine.
You may find yourself moved in ways you didn’t expect.
Not by what’s said, but by what’s felt in the quiet.
Let the tea hold you. Let the silence speak.
Let this be a doorway back to yourself.
Rage.
A sacred space to give your anger a voice.
To stomp, shake, hit, yell, swear—
to remember your fire is holy.
In this guided container, you’ll be invited to stir what’s been stuffed down, suppressed, or silenced. Through somatic release, breathwork, primal sound, and movement, we tap into the wisdom held beneath the rage—often old grief, betrayal, or deep unmet need.
Rage becomes medicine here. Not something to fear or fix, but to be honored as a life force. A clearing. A return. A sacred rite of reclamation.
This is for those who feel too much, who’ve swallowed their truth, who need a safe place to finally let it move.
Bring your breath. Your body. Your voice.
Let it rip. Let it roar. Let it rise.
