Quarantine Diaries: Bliss and Gratitude.

Fully acknowledging I'm coming from a place of good fortune and luck as I write this. Obviously the Covid situation sucks for many, and even now as a laid-off employee I'm pursuing whatever funding I can so I might continue paying my rent. A lot of people and communities are definitely having it SO much harder though. May we always hold them and their struggles in our thoughts, and remember our privileges if we believe to be having them.

Pacific Spirit Forest

Painting nook in our house with some last rays of sun

All That Matters.

A 10-page journal entry I wrote right after my very first shroom trip. Did this because I want to always remember it, even the smallest details. As with many other things on this blog I hesitated for months after writing to post it up here. Undoubtedly some might find it unsettling, others might think 'been there, done that', but heck I'm just going to share what has been meaningful to myself, for people to take whatever they want from it - we all go through the same emotions anyway, and I believe sharing our stories is a potent way of connecting with one another. As a human collective we share whatever we experience. We are in this together, healing and growing. I am working on no longer shaming my own stories or hiding things I've been through. On being transparent, dissolving barriers and judgement, and trusting every other individual more intimately. To embody that there is no separation between anyone.

Thank you for reading.

Around this time a year ago I remember I used to hate the endless autumn and spring downpours in Vancouver. And I thought the snow was such a pain to trudge in. Loving the sun, I dreaded its early descents into the night at 4pm during the winters. Even a few months ago, I would shut all the blinds on my big windows whenever darkness fell, feeling unsafe from it.

Now it's different - now I think I love everything. It's all just beautiful