"My lifestyle suggests I’m an independent adventurer but in truth, I look to men to define me." ~ oh that's what I call IDD (Identity Deficit Disorder) I wrote about that in chapter 5. You describe it so well!
How fabulous that you went to Equador not really knowing why and ended up sleeping in the Ayahuasca sacred circle. Then not being allowed to take part, but you probab got the most profound effects of anyone (without all the vomiting and shitting) by being the naive innocent. And then your pot of gold, my compatriot, the golden haired aussie surfer called Beau. It's a classic!
I do wonder about that dream I had in the garden... quite memorable and I do believe plants work their magic on us in many ways. I saw yesterday that you practiced Homeopathy for a stint, so you understand how potent the elements of this earth can be (even in their most minuscule form.)
Yes, Beau. You might be familiar with his (in)famous father Nat Young? Quite a legend. Beau struggled to follow in those footsteps.
Oh wow, surfing royalty. Yes, would have been hard to make his own way, but sounds like he made it... Yes, homeopathy is fascinating, I always loved the story telling element of it. And you can go into great detail about all your weird and wonderful symptoms which few other docs ever want to hear about.
I remember in a previous comment we shared a "magical thinking" history. Indeed, this will be addressed in future chapters, but in a nutshell, I feel so much more OK with a both/and universe where I can wade in glitter and rainbows and also use reason, strategize and trust my own inner knowing. No judgment for either path, I just know for myself, that I leaned so heavily into "trusting the universe" that I left little to no room for developing agency within myself to choose my own "destiny." If that makes sense?
Yes, yes, YES. I think the “signs” are more about presenting an opportunity to consider something that was always there, but maybe we didn’t have access to. Once you do, you can feel into it and try it on. It’s another option.
Amazing, Kimberly! Drugs and I don't get along very well either. Your whole journey would've frightened the pants off me. I love that the plants spoke to you in a more gentle way, though, when you were sleeping among them. That sounds incredible!
"My lifestyle suggests I’m an independent adventurer but in truth, I look to men to define me." ~ oh that's what I call IDD (Identity Deficit Disorder) I wrote about that in chapter 5. You describe it so well!
IDD?! I must learn more! I'm learning to be ok with it, my identity has always been much more like swiss cheese than anything more substantial. :)
Slippery and seductive indeed. And you can be well and down it before you’re like, oh damn, I’ve done it again. 🤪
Desperate for serendipity! Been there ❤️
Oh man, you know this one too?! Such a slippery but seductive slope!
How fabulous that you went to Equador not really knowing why and ended up sleeping in the Ayahuasca sacred circle. Then not being allowed to take part, but you probab got the most profound effects of anyone (without all the vomiting and shitting) by being the naive innocent. And then your pot of gold, my compatriot, the golden haired aussie surfer called Beau. It's a classic!
great title by the way!
I do wonder about that dream I had in the garden... quite memorable and I do believe plants work their magic on us in many ways. I saw yesterday that you practiced Homeopathy for a stint, so you understand how potent the elements of this earth can be (even in their most minuscule form.)
Yes, Beau. You might be familiar with his (in)famous father Nat Young? Quite a legend. Beau struggled to follow in those footsteps.
Oh wow, surfing royalty. Yes, would have been hard to make his own way, but sounds like he made it... Yes, homeopathy is fascinating, I always loved the story telling element of it. And you can go into great detail about all your weird and wonderful symptoms which few other docs ever want to hear about.
I can really relate to relying on “magical thinking” in lieu of knowing and trusting myself. It seems strange (and unfortunate) to me now...
I’m curious what your thoughts are on all these experiences in retrospect...hope you’ll write about it one day!
I remember in a previous comment we shared a "magical thinking" history. Indeed, this will be addressed in future chapters, but in a nutshell, I feel so much more OK with a both/and universe where I can wade in glitter and rainbows and also use reason, strategize and trust my own inner knowing. No judgment for either path, I just know for myself, that I leaned so heavily into "trusting the universe" that I left little to no room for developing agency within myself to choose my own "destiny." If that makes sense?
Yes, yes, YES. I think the “signs” are more about presenting an opportunity to consider something that was always there, but maybe we didn’t have access to. Once you do, you can feel into it and try it on. It’s another option.
Amazing, Kimberly! Drugs and I don't get along very well either. Your whole journey would've frightened the pants off me. I love that the plants spoke to you in a more gentle way, though, when you were sleeping among them. That sounds incredible!
Haha. Yes, I'll take wild dreams any day over a true psychedelic trip. ;)
Fantastic work as always 💕
My goodness, THANK YOU!
You’re welcome ☺️
Thank you Rex! Perhaps you have a chapter coming up about that journey to Peru?
Oh wow!!! I can’t wait to hear more!