I need to be efficient today. There’s so much to catch up on after being away from all technology at the silent retreat for 7 days.

I have an entire notebook of things to share with you. Of deep pain and profound healing and redemption.

I lived in a tent in a beautiful part of the central Florida forest. I spoke no words. I was alone with my thoughts. We did 5 Ayahuasca ceremonies. Night 2 was as dark as you can imagine, as we were warriors with the medicine actively digging into our own pain and traumas. But the rest was rebuilding. Learning to love even those parts of us that are damaged. To heal them. The universe is raw intelligence and life sings through its process. We plugged into it like humble children and were connected.

And on the seventh day I played better music than I’ve ever played in my life. Like an angry god so full of love that it’s pouring out of him like a torrent. It wasn’t me. I was in near perfect flow state. It was ayahuasca and the gestalt of all the pain and love of the few bad asses that had taken this epic journey with me. I am humbled by it. And will probably chase those heights the rest of my days.

Much more to come.