Many people struggle with addiction their whole lives. Their story is one of (hu)man vs. addiction, and often, the story ends with addiction the victor. But what if that is not the way the story needs to be written? what is there is a way out that helps us suffering to reach into the root of our pain and find our love for life again?
“There’s no such thing as a bad trip” is a concept that is rising in popularity among experienced drug users. However, I don’t subscribe to this concept. To me, there is such a thing as a bad trip and it is determined by how we choose to deal with an uncomfortable experience.
Memories of ayahuasca arise, the feeling tone they echo in my soul is alive in me and now I’m sitting here immersed the presence of vulnerability and sadness.
I ponder if an increased capacity for silence correlates to an increased capacity for awe.