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On a personal note

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[To Jules, Greg, Mette, Runar, Anwar, Purdie, Mai, Tal, Rahima and all the many many whom i love]

Got to the village, outside which I used to live.
Strange to be a part of a community I never wanted to be a part of.
At the port the neighbour came running asking me to come in his canoe. After 3 hours of river journey (best medicine) I already knew all which i had been missing and all about how much money each member of the community is not making (in other words, can we work for you in any way at all ?)

My house is no longer standing but the little kitchen for making medicine, which i have built with my bare hands is (made out of sacred sticks I was cutting, ropes made of bark, no nails, no floor- it has no value, so it is still standing.)
Three minutes after reaching the land I already had visitors bringing gifts in the form of fruits and asking for remedies for their alinements. It felt nice; the community, but I left my heart somewhere, in a none defined community in the SW of England. A level of friendship I seem to have developed a longing for (together with cliffs and waves).

My hummock is hanging in the big house, which was not taken down, a suitcase (I had to break into) with my plant medicines, plant books, Pharmacoteon in Spanish (the book- shelf was not touched. Not even for dusting), eagle feathers, a bag of clothes with monkey pee, my Crocs, paintings, maps and books from the petrol companies, sandpapers, natural resins and stuff I used to use to make art from ayahuasca wood (with coca and gold and such), a prayer of st Fracisco de Assisi I got from Charlotte in Mapia, a handmade Sami bracelet a mother of a lover made, a notebook with a letter to Greg I still did not read… Perhaps I should only go to places I have never been to before??

The trees are making sounds of rain but it is only their leafs singing. It is hot. The strong sun is drying my newly aired possessions (the big house is always fresh and humid). My improvised solar panel might work after all.

The water just went down after the highest level of flood since recorded history. Meaning, the well is full of mud and the water would come from the creek in which they wash their clothes and slaughter their chickens. I stick to coconut water for drinking.

I step back and observe the waves of my soul. I am peacefully healed and i wollow in pain in waves. Big and small waves. Yesterday pain turned into anger, which was refreshing. Angry with myself for always going out of my way helping others achieve the resolution of their wishes, never considering the price i am paying. I can keep doing exactly the same things, only with less efficiency and more self love.
Keeping a Magical Diary makes me face myself day after day. No running away. Learning to observe. Learning to accept me.

A gigantic spider is trying to climb the clock. It is decays this clock is showing the correct time twice a day.

No matches and no light-stick. I’ll have to use two pieces of wood…?

My baby Lupuna tree, that was 80 cm tall, is now 5 meters high.
The leaf roof is creeping with lizards (and holes). Dale Dale is growing everywhere, a potato-like root which is considered to be “the jungle’s Viagra”, and two massive palm trees are heavy with Aguaje fruits- hormone filled fruits accused of being responsible for all the pregnancies and all the girls being born in the area (apparently 6 girls for each boy and not a small number of the boys chose to be girls). A living pharmacy and no one to share the fun with.
Going to get a coconut, some sugar canes and some Lupuna Bark for my Husmbisa tobacco snuff.

A mosquito full beauty full clear night.



Written by naturesong

June 29, 2011 at 09:40

Posted in Amazon, peru

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