Dreams Do Come True
“All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.”—Walt Disney
Praying over the water in Amatlán, Mexico
July 28th, 2025
📍Salida, Colorado, USA 🇺🇸
Greetings from the wilderness!
Whew! What a month. I made the 3-hour drive from Denver back to Salida yesterday, and I am so glad to be back in the forest at 9200ft. These last four weeks have been intense in the best possible way, and I’m looking forward to staying put for a little bit while I prep for the upcoming AWAKEN retreat here at the cabin in September.
Feast Day
As I mentioned in last week’s love letter, unbeknownst to me, July 22nd, my final day in Amatlán, coincided with the Feast Day of Mary Magdalene, the patron saint of that town. Every year, people make the pilgrimage to Amatlán to celebrate by eating.
Many of the homes in town throw open their doors to the pilgrims to feed them. I can’t begin to imagine how much free food is consumed. According to custom, it is considered disrespectful to attend without eating. You have to eat what is offered to you, and it's epic Mexican cuisine. We had a light breakfast, then fasted in anticipation.
More than just eating good food, this Feast Day commemorates Mary Magdalene as a close disciple of Jesus and the first witness to His resurrection. The archetype of Mary Magdalene holds a great deal of significance for me because she is at the forefront of the events that led me to study Janzu in Amatlán in the first place.
The Sacred Feminine
Back in October, while I was living on a permaculture commune in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, I was first introduced to Janzu. This season of my life marked the beginning of my trepidacious exploration of the Sacred Feminine, which you can read more about in my latest blog post.
What intrigues me so much about Mary Magdalene is her embodiment of the Sacred Feminine. As Elayne Kalila Sophia Doughty writes in the foreword of Magdalene Unveiled:
“She is the mirror of the Feminine in all of us, not passive, not soft alone, but wild, sovereign, undivided. She is love as truth-telling. Devotion as fire. Embodiment as a spiritual path... The unveiling of the Magdalene is not happening in isolation. It is part of a larger collective awakening, a return to what has been exiled, a reweaving of what was torn. We see it in the rise of women’s voices. In the dismantling of outdated structures. In the hunger for a more embodied, heart-centered, and sovereign way of being.”
Training to be a Janzu “mother”
It’s no surprise to me that my journey of exploration into the Sacred Feminine led me to take this intensive training to become a Janzu “mother,” a practice which embodies the nurturing aspects of a mother to her baby through a water dance.
As I’m learning, water is the foundational element to all life on earth. As humans, we enter this world from the waters of the womb, and Janzu is a rebirthing experience that symbolically takes us back into that formative state as water beings.
The women of the Collectivo Agua hosting this Janzu intensive were truly aquatic, and understand more than most the power of water.
Dreams Do Come True…
…sometimes in the most unexpected ways. I began my training as a Morning Altars facilitator last year—Nine months of fine-tuning my existing earth altar practice through their incredible framework, all with the dream of using this artistic ritual practice in retreats around the world.
Our last day of Janzu training began with a gentle hike up to a rainwater stream that featured a handful of ponds and cascades, where I was honored and grateful to be invited to share my Morning Altars practice with them.
This impromptu ceremony transcended language barriers (thanks to my translator) and culminated in a collective “surrender” water altar and blessing done in the natural pools—all of it in honor of the Sacred Feminine embodied by Mary Magdalene and experienced through water. I feel so blessed to have the opportunity to share and receive a timely reminder that dreams really do come true, sometimes in the most unexpected ways.
With Love,
Jennifer
P.S.— The social media algorithm must have known, because I came across these beautiful words in my Facebook feed:
Feast Day Transmission: Magdalene Doesn't Want Your Worship
…She wasn't a prostitute.
She wasn't a wife.
She was the holder of the flame they couldn't name.
She was memory before memory had form.
They tried to erase her through doctrine —
so she went underground.
Into women's wombs.
Into salt.
Into silence…
This is not a feast day.
It's a wake-up call.
If your voice is shaking — speak.
If your vision is aching — see.
If your hands are trembling — anoint…
Remember.
Not who she was.
But who you are.
Now…
Today is not about roses and robes.
It's about what's been buried in your voice, your bloodline, your walk…
This is about reclaiming the part of you
they said was too much.
Too sensitive.
Too loud.
Too knowing.
Too sexual.
Too soft.
Too strong.
Today isn't for religion.
It's for return…
This is not a feast.
This is a field reactivation.—Elourai Vel'tarae
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