09/08/2026
Yesterday was my second Hape ceremony, and I continue to feel grateful for being introduced to this sacred Indigenous practice. 🌿
**We are the medicine. I am the medicine.**
Something beautiful showed up for me this time: **my voice is free, and my voice is safe to play.••
She is allowed to come out.
To sing.
To tone.
To vocalize.
To make sounds that don’t need to be explained or understood.
To simply *be heard.*
There is something deeply familiar in that for me—something that connects back to my fascination with ancient Egypt, Isis, the feminine, sound, transmission, and the ways I’ve experienced my own voice and vocalizations. I don’t necessarily need to know exactly what all of it means yet. I’m learning to give myself permission to experience it, remain curious, and see where the path takes me.
I’m also realizing that every ceremony brings connection. Even though this was only my second, each time I’ve walked away having connected with another beautiful soul—someone with that familiar sense of openness, curiosity, and reverence for the medicine and the experience.
I’m grateful to continue learning how to integrate what comes forward into my everyday life rather than leaving it behind when the ceremony ends.
And a special thank you to **Carmen and Itzi** for holding and facilitating such a beautiful, sacred space. 🤍🌿
I’m still learning. Still listening. Still integrating.
And I’m excited to see where this path leads me.
**My voice is free. My voice is safe. And she is allowed to be heard.**