Sigrid, I have a confession to make.

You will perhaps be skeptical of me when you hear it.

You will perhaps not believe what I'm telling you.

You know me so well.

You won't believe me.

I'm in Mexico, near a place called El Shorito.

I met some incredible people and I've spent the last few weeks living with them and

taking in their approach to life.

There a group called La Palma.

You will be surprised.

You won't believe me.

I almost don't believe myself.

But I've become incredibly taken with their spirituality.

I've never considered religion much as you know.

I've never thought much about rituals.

They felt like luxury and we've never had much room in our lives for luxury.

I'm well aware of Catholicism, but I was never a part of the church.

Your grandmother, Bridgett, did not want her children raised in religion.

She felt that designing a god or a savior simply removed the moral responsibility from humans,

shifting it to an inexplicable being in the sky.

One no one can question.

Religion has always been a way to strengthen law, to make immutable the ethics by which

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