medicina collettiva

a conversation with me and my cumma, Kara Wood

Dear Friends,

Let me first note that Kara’s and my convo got cut off due to internet issues on my end (rural living!) at 30 minutes. The second part of the convo, which I re-recorded, never saved on zoom. So right now you will get the first 30 minutes, and Kara and I are going to get back together and try again (this week, so something more to look forward to).

Kara and I talk a lot. In general, and on a daily basis. And when we chat it moves through spectrums, because her and I have very similar connections, dialing in (to spirit) styles, and we both are ADHD as fuck. It’s natural for us to talk about life, love, family, death, magic, grief, food, suffering, darkness, liberation, madness, beauty, art… all in one moment, really. It’s how we love each other.

Kara is someone I can go down, down, down with, in a ceremonial kind of way, in a casual kind of way. In a real deal kind of way. She’s also someone whose extremely easy to talk with about death, grief, loss. She also lost her father, at a very young age, and she’s been sitting beside me unconditionally as I grieve the loss of my dad. She is a beautiful grieving companion.

I think the second half of the conversation got really good, so it’s a bummer that it went {{poof}}— we won’t try and recreate it because neither of us have any idea what we said but we are both looking forward to getting back on the recoded zoom thing together and talking, and allowing the grief mother to guide us to what comes next. It is an extreme honor to co-download, chat, and also be friends with this extraordinary human. Truly.