08/06/2025
I find myself with the impossible task of assigning words to describe Fire In The Mountains. It's a festival unlike any other, the lineup is expertly curated, the scenery is jaw-dropping, the atmosphere is unbelievably healing. Everything about it is intentional. Everything about it is perfect. Still, I feel as though my words fall short of exactly how I've been broken open time and again during this pilgrimage.
This year was my favorite yet and I gained so much from the experience that I know it is actual magic. So much of it is due to the community we've cultivated here. Everyone is here not only for the music, but for the healing, even if they don't realize it. There's a reason we all feel so changed after. We had the distinct pleasure of doing what has never been done before and working in partnership with the local Blackfeet tribe, connecting with their ancient and potent land, and standing for an important cause with (they do incredible work, follow them.) It really made this festival even more special than it has ever been before. (Side note, I can't believe I can't just walk into this lake every day right now. There's a reason it's called Medicine.)
I feel reborn. My heart is cracked wide. The messages are coming in stronger and louder than ever. I am feeling radiant, magnetic, whole, grateful, fearless. I am at peace. I am home within myself. I am weaving light. Forever In Yearning and so very Alive.
