After two hours of snaking through the mountains that form the southwestern boundary of Lake Titicaca, my bus arrived at the Bolivian border. The doorman popped into the back of the bus, “El Estadounidense?” I raised my hand, and he beckoned me to the front of the bus. … Read more
This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.
Rumi… Read more
Here is an article by a guy I met on my ayahuasca retreat, Mark Van Proyen. Mark is a tenured professor at the San Francisco Art Institute. Mark sat two mats to my right during all four of my recent ceremonies. … Read more