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It’s three years old, but I can’t bring myself to delete it from my Facebook Messenger. It was the shaman who had first served me ayahuasca four and a half years earlier. I’d been all over the world with him, and would spend a collective three months of my life with him over that time.Continue reading “The Reminder To Make Noise.”

“You mean, like a ‘storage space’?” I looked at the screen and laughed. The laughter echoed like loud chimes. Musical. I was lying on the bathroom floor. It felt lovely. But I hadn’t gone in there to use the bathroom for its usual reason. I’d gone in there to hold space for myself. While onContinue reading “Holding Space.”