The Blessing of Being the Black Sheep
Some souls arrive in families as if they have come from a different star. Sensitive, questioning, carrying strange gifts that don’t seem to fit into the household mould. They are the dreamers, the wanderers, the ones told they are “too much” or “not enough.”
We call them the black sheep.
To grow up this way is not easy. Childhood can feel like exile — a constant hum of pain that whispers, Why am I so different? Why don’t I belong?
Whether you carried that title at home or found yourself out of place in schoolyards, workplaces, or society at large, the wound is the same: a sense of being cast aside.
And yet — here lies the paradox and the blessing.
In shamanic traditions, the black sheep are often the ones carrying vision for the tribe. They are born with eyes that see what is broken, ears that hear what is unspoken, hearts that ache for the imbalance of a world out of tune with nature. They are sensitive not by weakness, but by sacred design.
The truth is: if you have felt like the black sheep, it is because you are carrying the medicine of change.
But first comes the fire. Before we can embody our gift, we must pass through the furnace of rejection. We must learn to alchemise the pain of being misunderstood, mocked, and excluded. That fire teaches us resilience. It shapes us into healers, guides, and creators of a new way.
And yes — it can take a lifetime to forgive. To forgive the parents who did not understand. To forgive the society that labelled you strange. To forgive yourself for ever thinking you were wrong.
But imagine this: what if your difference is exactly what the world has been praying for?
Because the world is desperately out of balance. The old ways are crumbling, and new paths must be forged. Sensitive souls — black sheep — are the ones who can weave those paths, because we see what others cannot.
I write this as one who knows. As a shamanic healer, I am still on the fringes of society. Still considered a “weirdo” by the mainstream. And I love it. I wouldn’t trade my path for anyone else’s. My life is a hymn to freedom, to plant spirit wisdom, to the healing power of ceremony.
So, if you, too, are a black sheep — know this: you are not alone. I see you. I feel you. I honour the journey you have walked. I have sat with my guides, my healers, my teachers — many of them black sheep themselves — and I have come to love my strangeness as sacred.
And I would love to walk with you, as you learn to love yours.
✨ Through 1:1 healing sessions,
✨ Through intimate cacao ceremonies,
✨ Through the spiral journey of the 13 Moons — The Shaman’s Way.
These are spaces where you can lay down the burden of conformity and remember who you are. Spaces to tend to the unhealed wounds, to forgive the past, and to embody the changemaker you were born to be.
If you are ready, the plant spirits and I are here to walk with you — into wholeness, into holiness, into the blessing of being the black sheep.
And so, dear black sheep — let us rise.
Not as outcasts, but as visionaries.
Not as broken, but as beautifully remade.
The world does not need us to blend in. It needs us to stand out. To love ourselves fiercely. To weave our differences into medicine.
Together, we can forgive, we can heal, and we can become the change-makers we were always destined to be.
Let’s do this — the time is now.
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