We shall not cease from exploration/And the end of all our exploring/Will be to arrive where we started/And know the place for the first time TS Eliot When I attended a talk last year by a shamanic practitioner sharing his experience of mental illness symptoms sometimes being indicative of a kind of (painful) awakening to one’s true… Read More Are you mentally ill or are you waking up?
When you wake up in the mornin’, baby, look inside your mirror You know I won’t be next to you, you know I won’t be near I’d just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear As someone who has had you on his mind A beautiful soul in my life who… Read More Music, massage and man’s best friend: my current ways to mental wellness
You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off,… Read More The Egg by Andy Weir, aka The Meaning of Life
A recent conversation about the plant medicine Ayahuasca led a friend to hook me up with a Kambo circle in south-east London, where I had holes burned in my leg and venom from the Phyllomedusa Bicolor (green tree frog) applied to the wounds. Um, what? Kambo is the sacred secretion from these frogs which have no… Read More I ingested Amazonian frog poison and looked like a dog that ate a bee
I always remember a friend arriving back in London after two weeks traversing Scotland in a camper van, figuratively stoned on the power of the slowing down that had happened to her during the trip. When your mind already runs a million miles a minute, being in a city like the UK capital obviously isn’t… Read More Into The Wild yes, but I draw the line at killing a chicken
‘Because we are also what we have lost’ – Amores Perros Another year, another November and as I move house and unpack my stuff I find one of the last cards my brother sent me before he died on 11.11.11. Featuring a quote from the Mexican movie Amores Perros that, when I first read it, I… Read More Spirituality, shadow monsters and suicidal thoughts
Finsbury Park Death Cafe happens every month at Blighty Cafe on Blackstock Road, lovely wee gaff. I first went last December, again in January and this month, December again. I met Santiago at the January one and pretty much instantly we were best friends. We’ve since become a bit more so it was nice to go… Read More Santiago, el Death Cafe and shaking like a dog during firework season