Opening this Sacred Space <3

I’ve been feeling the pull for a place like this for a long time now. A space that isn’t bound by the speed or the algorithms of social media, a space that feels more like sitting in ceremony together. Slower, deeper, more intimate. A place where I can write the way I actually think and feel, without worrying about fitting into a square or keeping up with the noise.

I am calling this Substack Medicine Mami because that is how most of you know me, but it is also a living altar to the work that has been woven through me since I was a girl. The story of my lineage, the ache of my body, the prayers I learned to whisper when I thought no one was listening. I was born into a family marked by loss and addiction, with a high ACE score and a deep knowing that these patterns would keep moving forward until someone was willing to face them. I chose to be that someone.

Over the years my healing took me through textbooks and temples, through grief rituals and hospital wards, through nights of pain where I wanted to disappear and mornings of grace where my body reminded me it still had more to give. What I thought was about fixing my body became about reclaiming my life. And now, this is what I offer to you.

Here you will find letters and teachings, transmissions that weave together the nervous system, parts work, A Course in Miracles, the voices of my South Side Campbell gang on the other side, and the medicine of this Maui land that raised me into the woman I am. Some of these writings will be open to all who wander here, and some will be reserved for the inner circle, the ones who feel the call to go deeper with me.

I want this to feel like a fire we gather around. You will know the rhythm of it, the way the sparks catch and fade, the way we leave carrying warmth in our bones. I imagine you reading these words in the morning light with tea in your hands, or at night when the world has gone quiet and you are ready to be reminded of who you really are.

For today, I want to leave you with a small medicine practice. Close your eyes for a moment and place a hand on your chest. Feel the weight of your palm, the steadiness of your own breath. Whisper inwardly or aloud: I am here. I am listening. I am willing to be shown the next step. Sit with whatever rises in response, even if it is silence. Trust that your body has heard you.

Thank you for stepping into this space with me. Share it with a sister or brother who you know is walking this path too. And if you feel called to sit closer to the fire, to receive the deeper transmissions, you are welcome to join as a paid subscriber. Either way, I am so glad you are here.

With devotion,
Sarah

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