I’ve been away from the Grove—not in absence, but in sacred listening.

Sedona isn’t just a place. It’s a portal.
And it opened something in me I cannot unsee, unfeel, or unhear.

I didn’t pull a rune today because I was the reading.
Every breath of wind carried medicine.
Every rock whispered ancient truths.
Every step felt like a return to the parts of me I had tucked away in survival.

I danced with the land. I cried beside it. I prayed into it.
And in return, it gave me the most humbling gift: remembrance.

Not the kind you force. But the kind that breaks you open gently and says, “Come home now.”

I held space for strangers.
I grieved for those I love.
I gave gratitude for the path behind me and the unknown ahead.
I sat with the Buddha beneath prayer flags, and silence wrapped around me like a truth too big for words.

And this is what I heard:
We are the change. But only if we’re willing to go in.

There is no healing the world if we abandon our own soul’s cry.
There is no revolution without inner evolution.
And there is no true offering to give others unless we’ve first returned to our own sacred fire.

So today, instead of giving you guidance, I offer you a pause.

🌬️ Sit with yourself.
🌾 Ask what within you is ready to be seen—not fixed, just witnessed.
🔥 Where have you abandoned yourself trying to hold up the world?
🌑 What if your stillness is the activism?

Let this be your reflection:
Go in, so when you rise again, it’s from a place rooted in truth—not reaction.
Go in, so that when you love again, it’s from overflow—not depletion.
Go in, so that when you offer your medicine to the world, it’s whole—not hurried.

Sedona reminded me:
There is no path forward without returning inward.

Over the next few days, I’ll be sharing the medicine Sedona offered me to bring forth—pieces of wisdom, reflection, and guidance that are still unfolding in me.
May they meet you where you are.

📿
All the love,
Ciearra Johnson
The creator and heart and soul behind Creatrix Garden