You can’t outrun yourself forever. Believe me, I tried.

Lately I’ve been reflecting on the importance of integration as a spiritual practitioner and teacher.

We live in a time when it’s so easy to become a spiritual butterfly — fluttering from one modality to the next: a ceremony here, a medicine there, a new coach or retreat, clutching at straws, hoping the next thing will fix us.

It’s been four weeks since we began our coddiwomple—a purposeful wandering toward an as-yet-unknown destination. In that time, my partner and I have traded the familiar for the fluid. Each day brings unexpected lessons, especially about the art of letting go.

What surprised me most? I don’t miss my altar.

I created a travel version, carefully packed it… and haven’t touched it.

Instead, I’ve been turning inward more deeply than ever. The sacred hasn’t been lost—it’s been distilled.

As Rumi says:

“Everything you seek is within you.” Even altars.

This is Part 1 of a new series I’m sharing—reflections on what it means to release, root, and remember ourselves on the move.

I’m calling it A Sacred Unravelling.