Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Everything Must Go
Friday, August 21, 2020
Finally We Like You!
Wednesday, August 12, 2020
The Big Pinata
I've had this discussion often with my friend Lev, also my storytelling mentor. He's a legend in the art, known for over 30 years as Grandbear. Lev has had Parkinson's for several years and as he told me, he could feel himself "being pulled slowly into the dark" but he's noticed, as I have, that when a true crisis hits your life, a shower of little blessings falls around you.
I've been too supersitious to officially write a thank you note to cancer for giving me early retirement, relative financial ease (after making the out-of pocket maximum my insurance actually did pay out for everything with my critical illness claim and short and long-term claims) and support. I never dreamed of the kind of support you get from palliative care, but that says nothing of the kind my friends have shown, like JD, who stayed with us for a month after my surgery and talked me off every proverbial ledge, and who has always been in touch since and Kimmy, who has called me EVERY DAY to just yack and BE THERE, which is thee most important way to show up, by the way, to literally just show up), my neighbor, Deb, who's been amazing company and support, and most of all Jim, my Emotional Support Viking, who's support is -*ahem* none of your damned business. I'm leaning on all my flying buttresses of support like a billion-ton mideaval cathedral. Also, when it comes to a just barely finished raggedy little novella, I've got ridiculous support behind that, too. And all of this support is given casually, warmly, with shrugs and I love yous.
When the universe breaks The Big Pinata over your head, the little gifts shower around you like reduced-price candy, but treat each crackly little treasure as a gem wrapped in cellophane; each is precious, even if packaged as common.
Tuesday, August 11, 2020
Among Us
And, in the interest of saving us both a thousand words, please watch this video:
Annie's experience
The only clinical trials being held presently are in Connecticut, Holland and Denmark, so I'm on my own. But I'm good at that. Plus I live in a very safe, harmonious home environment with my loving and indulgent Emotional Support Viking. To my great fortune, there is also a growing number of therapists who specialize in psychedellic therapy. The science is also piling up. on the side of the fungus.
I'm grateful to my fellow Colorodans who voted on the measure, like I did, to decriminalize the fungus (which shall henceorth be calld the medicine) we're discussing here.
Speaking of, it's not legal. Just decriminalized. If you use it responsibly, it's not dangerous. But of course anything can be dangerous if you're wreckless or stupid.
I plan to be an outright advocate for this ancient, natural medicine that can give people so much comfort and solace. I can tell you when you realize you're terminal, that cold maw opens at your feet, and it knows your name, and there isn't any escape, and not much comfort or solace to be found. What I noticed after my first microdose (.010 grams, or 1 tenth of one gram) was a lifting of both depression and anxiety in the days following. However, during the the hours dosing, there was a concentrated processing of dark material that can be very challenging if you haven't done that kind of work before. I'm a therapy veteran; I never bought a house, but I've easily spent a mortgage on therapy. I've done a lot of work in that arena, so I've got the chops to cope with the dense waves of negativity, which are common in micro and moderate dosing, but you get the payback in the following days when the little joy bombs hit and you find yourself in a dopamine haze, watching your cat's whiskers twitching in the morning breeze with a near-worshipful euphoria as you sip your coffee. Some of us are appreciation-prone anyway, especially when it comes to the people and animals we love, but it' nice to have a reduction in the dark intrusive thoughts that can really wreck those moments, and the medicine to give that kind of lift to the general perspective.
People need comfort and solace, and deserve qualiy of life while they still have life. So get ready to hear from the caterpillar with the hookah. I NEVER thought that would be me, the big lightweight who gets a migraine from more than one beer.