It Did Seems Weird

“One thing that is extremely important is the need to serve an animal. It is a service that is extraordinarily valuable, a lesson of the heart: it’s a service, a ritual service.” —James Hillman I don’t want to feed the chickens. That’s the main thing. Not wanting to feed the chickens, the aversion to feeding

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I’ll go down. I know this because I’ve gone down every single time so far. I’ll go down and I’ll go down hard with a dull thud and the abrasive drag of sand across my face and chest. The disorienting bliss of being overwhelmed underwater. It’s 1980, I’m eight-years-old, and I’m fighting waves in the

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Among the many weird things about ayahuasca is the impossible fact that, as soon as you commit to the task of drinking it, the adventure begins. There’s a ceremony next weekend that, months ago, I decided not to attend, but when I recently changed my mind, I immediately started swirling around the drain. For confidentiality

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There’s something about walking in the forest that’s hard to see from here. From here it’s a waste of time. Walking in the forest doesn’t seem to fit inside the constraints of what must be done. From inside, it’s hard to imagine why outside matters because, from inside, it doesn’t. Therein lies the odd trap

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Since my first post, last week, I’ve been stressing about what to write and when to write, questions and feelings that used to grind on me from day to day and they, in a strange way, feel like home. I’m pretty sure, too, that they’re ultimately generative of actual things to write; it’s just part

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