In one of the first ayahuasca ceremonies I was shown in a flash how I constructed an ego to survive certain failures of love in my earliest years. I crawled out of the maloca, and onto a grassy hill, looked up at the stars, and uttered the words I will never forget. "Fuck me, my life has not been my own". Over and over again I repeated ...

I never intended to study medicine; instead, I stumbled upon it during a three year stay in Japan in my early 20s.

During that time, my body lit an impatient, demanding fire underneath me. I would wake every morning at 4am with a burning butt and take a cold shower. I knew something was wrong but doctors in Japan and North America didn’t have ...

Stories are alive, just like the words that shape them. They carry energy and share vibration. Touching stories often go low and high as they share about grief and gratitude; the more vibratory range in these powerful stories, the more broadly resonant. Said differently, high vibration words must be grounded by a strong, slow drumbeat for a story ...