You know the expression, "It's not personal; it's business." We sneer at such rot. All business is personal, all the time.

Over the course of four rough, ego-shattering hours, the ayahuasca shows me that opening myself to love of Zoe and all others is the sure way to tap my deepest and most vital energetic reserves. The lesson is vivid, technicolor, indelibly imprinted on my psyche.

As state and local laws mutate and change in favor of greater tolerance, perhaps cannabis will find it's proper place in the home medicine chest.

None of us find yoga. We are not that smart. Yoga finds us. We are taken up by it. It is nothing more than pure grace. We don’t make this happen. We are the very fortunate recipients of this divine largesse.

For a product to really be sustainable, it's really got to deliver the goods for the end user. That drives the whole rest of the equation.

Every herbalist has their favorite plant. Mine is Rhodiola rosea.

On the other side of the spirit veil, I spend more than a little bit of time researching the hallucinogens. I personally believe ayahuasca is also the greatest natural healing agent, period.