I ingested Amazonian frog poison and looked like a dog that ate a bee

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

Into The Wild yes, but I draw the line at killing a chicken

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

Santiago, el Death Cafe and shaking like a dog during firework season

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