Day 6 – The things I did not write this morning (er, and ayahuasca) (+++)

06:23-ish. I still have not exercised. I go through periods of this… my life is lived in waves. Today, the first of April, I am the poisson d’avril. I woke around 02:00 for some reason (very strange, doesn’t usually happen) and got up at 03:00. I meant to write in my journal, but fearful of what I had to say, I have been reading OPOC (Other People’s Online Content) instead.

Last night, just before bed, I added to that morning’s post. As I did, I looked back with shame on all I had published that morning. Why the capitals. Why the rainbows-and-unicorns speech, laced with multiple exclamation marks. Who is this person, so different from the one five minutes ago, or the one 24 hours later? But feeling of shame about my creative work is normal for me now. Why is it? Because my being is flexible; and I am not yet accepting of that fact.

My goal is pure self-acceptance.

I saw some beautiful writing this morning. Some of it here, for anyone interested. (I hope you will not mind, @Audaciously Allie.) It was about an ayahuasca journey. Perhaps it is a bit strange-seeming to some, to link to it here on a sobriety blog, but I had just read a sobriety blogger’s post (@MrsMac’s wonderful sober 40th sober 40th birthday climb) and the WordPress reader feed placed the ayahuasca journey on my “suggested for you” list, just underneath. I am highly suggestible. (Hence, at the ripe old age of 46, I find myself writing a sobriety blog.)

Ayahuasca — and sobriety blogs — seem to be the trend of people in midlife. I have a fellow forty-something friend who talks about wanting to do ayahuasca nearly every time I see her (if it’s not ayahuasca, it’s magic/psilocybin mushrooms), and my husband also idly suggested we do that kind of journey, back when he was turning 40 and entering a phase of self-questioning. But though I myself was about to enter the dreaded midlife “crisis” (he calls it “dilemma”), about one year after him, I still had no interest in travelling halfway around the world for the specific reason of ingesting drugs, at this stage of our life with kids. (I did say he was welcome to go on his own, if he wanted. And at the time, neither he nor I had any idea that there are in fact ayahuasca “soul-diving” retreats all over Europe, including ayahuasca churches in the Netherlands.)

I have tried entheogens in my youth, a handful of times. They did open spiritual doors for me. I had researched them a lot before doing them, as much as was possible back then (before the Internet). I haven’t researched ayahuasca yet. I guess because I don’t stop hearing about it talked about by people who are engaged in heavy consumption activities, for one, which has a reverse effect on my interest levels. But mainly because I assumed it was a physically intense drug such as peyote or amanita muscaria (the Alice-in-Wonderland mushroom), which make the body very sick as part of the process. I read most of Carlos Castaneda’s Teachings of Don Juan books when I was in my twenties, alongside studies of Canadian NorthWest Coast First Nations, in university courses I was taking back then, and I understand (and was fascinated by) the value of entheogens in shamanic practice or exploration. But now I am in a different stage of life, filled with responsibility not just for myself, but others.

Through this beautifully-told tale, however, I was able to live vicariously what another storytelling mother had lived in reality. I have not read the entire series yet. The two posts I have read, Part 6 and then Part 4, are brilliantly truthful and introspective. In Part 6, the Aya snake (symbol of knowledge, and mother earth) says that motherhood is the protagonist’s highest calling, and challenges her disinterest and ambition fiercely, demanding how she could ask for more than that.

Reading about that vision, I got shivers of recognition. This was the same kind of vision I had been having. Mine had not come to me in the form of a green-and-gold snake, but through morning meditative journalling the past years. (A green-and-gold snake sounds pretty awesome too though.) It was a truth that I keep trying to evade.

I know the most important work I can do is mothering. I have chosen to have children. It is my responsibility to do the best I can to give them a loving, compassionate, courageous and aware start in life. (Hence this attempted journey in total sobriety.) The same, I feel, applies to fathering. If every single parent on earth would do this, perhaps wars would cease to be, and there would be no violence. The only suffering would be perhaps be in our own self-discipline.

We would live similarly to zen monks and nuns, as in a utopian society. And it’s true that for the past several years, I have also harboured a secret desire to become a zen monastic. I envy their schedules, their spirituality through small actions, their communal way of living with a common purpose (to bring peace and awareness to all beings). But I have children now; and I love them very much. The only “right path” for me must thus be to immerse myself in motherhood; in being the best mother I can be. Right?

And still, some part of me always yearns for more. And I am incredibly lazy, as well as suddenly (in recent years) creatively ambitious.

I have listened to enlivening, joyful podcasts such as Elizabeth Gilbert’s Magic Lessons, and in part through incredible life-loving mother-goddess types like her (who by the way, has remained purposefully childless), as well as many other sources, I have come to believe that we creators are enacting and extending that important job of mothering and fathering. We are attempting in our own way, as creators, to mother/father the world.

Or perhaps, in my case at least, that is selfish ego talking once again. I can only speak for myself, but I know I need to constantly be care-full.

— Tree, what say thee?

— If you create and publish with awareness, courage and love, you are fulfilling your Purpose.

— But… beware the Purpose that turns to obsessive ambition?

— Yes. And also, love your ambition; don’t despise it; nurture it quietly and away from the eyes of the world. For ambition can sometimes turn to Purpose.

— Tree, this doesn’t sound like you. It is too wordy. And I have no shivers. Where are you, Tree?

Look inside 

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07:22-ish. This was not what I intended to write about. I intended to write about my dream yesterday, and to finish my clothesline story, and to write an article entitled, “Dear Sons of Alpha Males: Please Note That Slapping One’s Wife’s A** While She Is Wiping the Table Is Not Romance, No Matter How Much It May Appear To The Contrary.”

p.s. Here is a picture two of my sons made yesterday, when they were fooling around with the camera on my phone. The tree somehow looks human…

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human branches of a deep-rooted tree, and its shadow.

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09:48-ish. I have completed the school run, arranged with my husband that I will have the snow tires changed this week. And I had a shower. A long one… very indulgent. #selfcare

I had such a headache this morning. Funny, since I had no headache at all, the morning after drinking that last entire slim bottle of pinot noir. Didn’t seem fair somehow. But suddenly I realized I had not had my coffee — so that must have been the reason.

I suppose I am a coffee addict. I went through a decaf period, but in the end it wasn’t quite the same. At the moment I’d rather drink herbal tea than decaf. And I do drink a lot of it… herbal tea that is. But a nice cuppa joe seems to help make the world go ’round, does it not?

Coffee addict, blog addict… yes, I still can be called those. But normally blogging and drinking coffee don’t end in throat cancer. And if the kids end up addicted to them, following in my footsteps… well at least those activities are not known to cause drunk driving accidents, not to mention date rape nor domestic violence. [Not to worry, that’s not happening to me/my family… but I’ve been affected by these or witnessed these or had friends affected by these in the past. Haven’t we all.]

Love,

One five-and-a-half-day sober tree-lover.

11:34-ish. OMT. Wayyyyy too long falling down the rabbit hole while adding links, including to ayahuasca retreats. On a sobriety blog. WTF. xo

 

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[Added post-publish:]

20:56-ish. I have major issues with social anxiety and self-esteem. It’s nothing new, although it’s much aggravated by this newly strange compulsion I have to publish my writing online. I sometimes feel I need to see a counsellor about it. But there are none in the area. And we don’t have health care.

I actually started blogging just to be able to connect with like-minded people. That’s the biggest benefit to me. Together, I feel we are so much stronger, but only if we see each other as equals.

Once upon a time, I recognized myself as a kind of lone wolf character. Once I understood that, I was able to also realize how very lonely I felt. What I’d once thought of as independence and free-spiritedness was in fact, partly, rooted in a deep fear of rejection. I would reject them, or stand apart from them, before they could reject me.

— Tree, tree, I’ve lost you completely. I just want to cry.

Then come outside

 


Thanks so much for reading, and for being here, now, fellow awareness seekers ❤︎

 
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5 thoughts on “Day 6 – The things I did not write this morning (er, and ayahuasca) (+++)

  1. Good morning! I and many others do not consider ayahuasca “drugs”. For one, it isn’t addictive. It doesn’t have the right chemical compounds to be physically addicting. Also, the purgative properties do not lend themselves to make it a fully pleasurable experience, even if the “trip” itself is enjoyable. In fact, as I’m sure you are aware, many people turn to ayahuasca and entheogens to get off addictive drugs. While that was not my purpose, there were others at the retreat who had that in mind, but that isn’t my story to tell. I would hope that anyone who reads my experience does so with an open mind and an open heart. I was searching for something, and though that experience helped, it was not the end of my searching. I hope that comes through in my other posts. Thank you for linking me and if anyone has questions regarding ayahuasca that aren’t addressed in my posts, feel free to reach out. XO

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    1. Hi Allie! Sorry if I offended you. I didn’t feel great about referring to it as a drug either, but the basic definition of drug is something that alters one’s physiology, or as Merriam Webster says, in it’s first meaning, “Definition of drug (Entry 1 of 3)
      1a : a substance used as a medication or in the preparation of medication.” So I thought that was okay. As I’m pretty sure you’re aware, I loved your writing and greatly admire your work and what you are doing. Take care.

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      1. Oh, I’m not offended! I’m so sorry if it came across that way! I just worry that people get the wrong perception of the experience with the connotation of “drugs” as in illicit drugs, rather than medicinal drugs. I was meaning more that it isn’t that ironic you would be writing about ayahuasca on a sobriety blog.

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  2. Totally agree on psychedelics. They have worked wonders for me these past few months. And I am not exactly a druggie but rather the English equivalent of a WASP. Establishment to the core in some ways but in others a keen supporter of the unusual and the obscure.

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