In recent weeks we’ve had unnerving encounters with black mambas, spitting cobras and puff adders.
When Annabel first asked me to come with her to do Ayahuasca I had never heard of plant medicine and my reaction was one of scepticism tinged with fear of the unknown, and of making myself vulnerable.
This blogpost comes with a warning: it’s a long read, it’s about psychoactive plant medicine, and it isn’t for everyone.
Our world, it seems, is descending down a refuse-filled vortex not unlike that after you’ve pulled the plug on dirty dishwater.
September and October for us here in the Zambezi Valley is much like it is for haute couture in Paris: it’s Fashion Week.
