10/11/2025
Today’s email:
Wrapping up Life South of the Border
This email is supposed to be a quick reminder that I’ve opened up a few extra time slots (available today and tomorrow), because I’m taking 11 days to go south of the border.
Many of you have entered my world in the past three years after I reopened my Roanoke practice in January of 2023. And many of you were with me when I closed it in 2017 to move to Mexico with my two youngest kids, 8 and 11. You came to visit me in the summers at Uttara when the heat and the rains of Nayarit washed out any hope of making money or not sweating. These are the times we visited Home #1.
I opened up my days off this week to make up for the sweet, sunny time I’ll be spending in Home #2. It’s also going to be a bit sad. I’m packing up the rest of my things and coming home for good.
Giving up the apartment, giving up the residency and saying goodbye to a Chacala that is very different from the place we called home.
Those of you who came down for retreat saw the final days before tall hotels and jet skis muted the magic of the once sleepy fisherman’s village. Tourism is sending 1st generations of kids to college, but it’s also mowing down jungle. I saw it happening when I arrived and was fully aware that I was part of the problem. The kids and I arrived in a pueblo with rutted muddy streets, hazing kids on the futbol cancha, and hammocks straddling tucked away trees. The whole place shut down for peaceful rest at 2:30 and 10pm every day. Full bellies in a hammock every afternoon to the sounds of the waves that never slept. I was restored to a state close to birth.
When we arrived, there were 6 families who spoke fluent English. All the kids attended a school that integrated Waldorf and Montessori principles into the mandatory Mexican curriculum. I paid the $150 tuition for both kids every month by working at the retreat spa, Mar de Jade.
This arrangement was cooked up by locals who wanted to see my kids thrive in the school and for us to be fully integrated into the community. The mother/daughter owners of the school and retreat center are bastians of service to their community. Focus on the wellbeing and happiness of the kids, as is common in Mexico, was obvious and unwavering.
With all this support, we integrated well and made this little fishing village our home. We loved to visit our Virginia home every summer and we loved returning to our Mexican home in time for school to begin. I always thought I would have a forever home in Nayarit and every time I arrive back in the region, my heart sighs. My nervous system calms.
But time marches on, never ending. Time keeps its own time.
What Mexico gave me and my kids can never be extracted from the warmest zones in our hearts, but sadly, logistically, focus must be paid to today’s climate, today’s family, today’s roots. Small Mexican fishing villages don’t offer much to blossoming young adults, so here we are.
Happily.
I’m so grateful to have a home base in the big blue house where I can offer what I love to the right people who find me. Those of you on the list are part of my world now and I’m forever grateful for you.
So send me a little love this week as I’m crying into my (many) bulging suitcases- saying goodbye to a cherished home that forever shaped the minds and hearts of the kids and me.
I’ll be back in the office on Sunday the 23rd and I’ll have plenty of open hours around Thanksgiving. Book online now or give a text/call.
I’ll be sure and blow some sunshine up this way.
With Love, Heather
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