Two of my favorite little people - Bora kids that just light up the jungle.
It seems I’m always talking about the Amazon. I have an obsessive personality, and frankly, I like it. Am I obsessed with it? It’s possible.
In less than a month, I’ll be back on a plane, bound for the jungle. I had a revelation last night, no doubt sourced by the ridiculously peaceful and wordlessly bonded evening I spent with Z, eating the BEST italian food (can I just tell you I’ve had white truffles two days in a row now? Seriously, I am one spoiled bitch.), sharing cosmic conversation, and jumping without parachutes. I awoke and recalled a dream snippet – a divine message. All this time, six months or more, I’ve been planning what my intentions will be for the return to Ayahuasca. Last time I declared a desire to A) not have any more migraines and B) find my spiritual core. To call both missions accomplished is an understatement. I rarely get headaches anymore, let alone migraines, and I am buzzing on a spiritual plane I could have never even dreamt of. The universe is so badass.
No, this time, I was told to just Receive. No specific requests. No attachments. Just the willingness to surrender like never before and *listen*. At first, I thought this was a cop out. And then I realized that is really the hardest thing I could do; to just trust the process and the messages and not visualize a desired ending. I’m going to start my cleansing process tomorrow, abstaining from excessive consumption of any kind. And I do me *any* kind. No self love even, can you believe it? I am so hardcore.
There is a bit of disconcerting news. Earlier this year, I was on a dance floor, dropping and dancing, listening to music and the rhythms of my body, when I discovered a health problem. My liver. I know, how fitting that she would protest in the middle of an indulgence, but stay with me now, it wasn’t exactly related. I believe I have just consumed way too much diet soda in my day – there have been days upon days when it replaced water, and the damage. . .it’s reversible, but the time is now. That’s what the voice said. Stop with the carbonation already. Did I listen? Sort of. But today I downed a diet coke and had *serious* pain in the minutes post guzzling. My liver. She’s trying to be clear. I simply must listen. I’ve got to get the goods on a liver cleanse and go to town. This is one of those neon signs that if I don’t heed, I’ll be a destructive yahoo deserving of physical ailments. Wah. Diet Coke, I shall miss you.
Ah well, I’ll just drink more coffee.
