Steve Johnson, trip companion, and moi.
I am about to know the secrets of the Universe.
At least one or two.
The eve of the Peruvian jaunt has landed – I leave for the Amazon tomorrow morn, and I feel like the me that I have known and loved/hated for so long is dying. In a good way. Skin-shedding, petals peeling, eyes opening. The ayahuasca spirit will take me to my new chapter – an awakening. I am shaking, pupils expanding, hands reaching out.
Ready as I’ll ever be.
You know, it’s possible, of course, that I won’t be coming back. Don’t pshaw the morbidity – this is a gigantic adventure, and I accept what that entails. Maybe Peru will enchant me – make me her proverbial bitch. Maybe ayahuasca will lead me to the hellish gates, and I won’t know enough to turn away. Possibilities abound. Just know that I am accepting, that this is a Must, and that I’m absolutely, positively certain it’s What I Need. Whatever that looks like.
Right then – off I go. Fear not; I’m in good hands – from spirit guides to my beloved Seeker.
I’ll see you on the flip side.
Is that a tatoo on your shoulder?
Funny how this guy looks a little like your new man!
Did you bungee jump off that cliff?
(this will be my last comment on your blog, but thanks–good reading)
Hi! It is indeed a tattoo – of a little good luck tree frog *grin* Thanks for commenting!!!
(PS – No, hah, no bungee jumping, alas)