I was about 4 years old when I remember the first cup of water being splashed in my face as the sun was just beginning to rise.

“Get up sleepy head. Daylight is burning,” I heard my grandfather say as he roused me and the room full of my sleeping cousins.  It was time to get up and get to work. The only day work wasn’t being done in my family was on Sunday because this was The Lord’s Day and that meant a day of rest, according to my grandfather. There was always work to be done on a 2000-acre cattle ranch in rural Oklahoma. I grew up being told things like:

In sharing my journey through plant medicine education and healing, my hope is that it will not only show you my transparency, but also reduce any fear or misconceptions you might have about plant medicine....