When someone “loses it”, as we commonly say, there is always a reason and this reason falls into the unknown. It is usually a crisis. We don’t know what to do with this family member, friend or partner. This unknown has not been preached in holy places. It has been feared, banished and expelled as…
Another experience on the path of medicine had started. In the southern mountains of Mexico, several leaves of freshly picked Niños Santos (Derrumbes: Landslide and San Isidro Mushrooms) have been served and welcomed with love to accompany me and a dear friend in a medicine space. Another exploration with one intention: medicine to mediate, gentleness…
After more than a year of being hosted on Ouroboros Story Hour with Bob, we meet again to talk about how stories bring us together and how storytelling helped Bob find his calling to mediate in-person and online spaces for other people to share their stories and experiences with plant medicines and entheogens.
Am I the scream?
… Of the earth within, cracking open the heart.
Am I the cry?
… Of the womb that created and carried time in every cell.
Am I the rumble of rage?
… Of the bloody warrior who is standing her ground and saying: No More!
Am I the deep echoing laughter…
Let us go on a journey together to explore community and let us feel through the guidance that comes through as we go.
The beauty in the simple
The beauty in the complex
Innocent eyes, a witness
Seeing perfection in chaos
Somewhere in between
And maybe in the unseen
Sleep my child, no need to stress
You are here, you are held…
A need to feel whole, accepted and belong to a clan or a tribe, a yearning for a passage through unfathomable difficulties, wanting to be and sometimes to run away from being, to meet God, to mourn loss and reconcile with death and dying… Many reasons are putting more attention on healing through expanded states…
Moon, where are you?
Where is the light
In my night sky?
How many times
I looked at your face?
How many rhymes
Hummed with your grace?
You disappeared
Without leaving a trace?
When secrets were shared,
And prayers were raised.
“Remember beautiful, remember,
You are still breathing, surrender,
Feel me in you, oh so…