22/04/2026
I think most of us, if weβre honest, canβt remember when we stopped.
It happens gradually.
Life gets faster. Screens get louder. The to-do list gets longer.
And somewhere in the middle of all of it, the dancing stops.
The singing stops. The stories start to feel like a waste of time.
In shamanic traditions, these werenβt hobbies. They were how people stayed whole. How they stayed connected to themselves, to each other, to something larger.
The medicine person wasnβt asking a philosophical question.
They were doing a diagnostic.
They understood that when we lose our rhythm, our voice, our wonder, and our silence, we lose the thread back to ourselves.
Modern life has been very efficient at cutting that thread.
We move so fast we start outsourcing our inner lives to algorithms, our creativity to productivity, and our silence to noise.
We become strangers to ourselves without even noticing it happening.
These questions are an invitation to come back.
When did you stop?
Live in love π