Walking barefoot in the jungles of the Amazon, I was on an entirely different frequency. The rain on my skin, the thick humid air, the mud between my toes. I can still feel it if I really come into my heart space.
I can feel it all.
Everything I have ever loved, all at once.
Today I started to realize the depths of my death from doing Ayahuasca… and that I never stopped to grieve.
Bipolar Beastie 