it’s a laughable thing, these “healing journey’s”, for we would never put them on brochures and sell them as vacation retreats. no. we would never climb our mountains, be burned in our dumpster fires, survive the unsurvivable, and shout from rooftops for all to follow. no. not those of us who have journeyed thru the underworld, our own hero’s, and held on long enough to make it thru and tell the tale. no. those of us who hold on long enough to survive the endless deaths and “dark nights of the soul”, we don’t shout our healing. no. we simply show up. the presence of Who We Are is Enough. there is no tale, no talking, no titillating escapade for us to share that is evidence enough to Show The Way. no. simply, for the cellular matrix that is our Spirit, our presence, the Who of Who We Are, IS enough.