It’s tempting. After reading Michael Pollan’s book, How to Change Your Mind: What the New Science of Psychedelics Teaches Us About Consciousness, Dying, Addiction, Depression, and Transcendence, I’m curious about psychedelic therapy. This statement will likely raise eyebrows (and possibly concern) from people in my various orbits, and for good reason, but the book makes a compelling argument for someone like me and I intend to lay this case bare. But for those of you who are picking up the phone to call and ask me what the fuck is going on, I’ll cut to the chase - I’m undecided and not about to take any action, but the curiosity is there, and frankly, I think it’s justified. You might too if you read the book, which I strongly recommend.
My meditation practice - my practice of sitting with my time traveling, creative, frog in a blender mind - and flexing my patience, resilience, and concentration to return to my breath, is permeating all the other activities I’m doing. So today when I’m reading, and the impulse arises to assess the health of my bowl movements, my meditation muscle kicks in and returns me to my task at hand.