It Started with a Single Thought

Labels Before I begin, allow me to disclaim that the following was written at the peak of a wake and bake, so this seems much more profound in my head. If you really think about it, we label ourselves constantly – “Capricorn,” “Employed,” “Married,” “Victim,” we even label ourselves by our illnesses…then we join groups…

Cannabis Meditations

I’ve been thinking about this blog, actually, I think about it all the time. I think about writing, and although have found infinite inspiration for posts, I still haven’t been inspired to actually write them. I suppose this journey is uniquely mine, but I am certain that I will be back at some point, to…

Intuitive Tarot is Better with Weed

Lost again, it seems I get lost a lot on this mindfulness/spirituality of consciousness journey. So this morning it was a Sativa wake and bake, coupled with pulling my tarot cards, which I haven’t felt the need to read in quite some time. As the scene unfolded, I began writing my thoughts in my journal,…

This is Gonna Sound Crazy…just bear with me

Sequence of events: 9:35pm – I was in bed, my cousin called much later than usual 9:41pm – Our talking woke Dante (my dog) and he began staring at me to go out This is Dante, cute, right? I jokingly complained to her that if I wasn’t talking, he wouldn’t have woken up and wanted…

Exploring Thanks

It’s been a little while since I’ve posted any thoughts or random musings, I suppose that’s because my inner-journey has taken a turn, and gotten much deeper. Of course, I could talk all day about the hypocrisy of cannabis laws, the judgement of others about cannabis use…and so on. But today things are different to…

Wake & Bake Think Tank – A Donut Realization

It was about midnight when I woke up from falling asleep way too early. I smoked my favorite Indica and proceeded to meditate in an effort to relax and drift off. Instead of drifting, though, I found myself thinking about the things I love, and then realized I was in a corridor lined with doors….

The Chemistry of Tears

The Muse, of which there are two – (Artist: Aya Kato) And from my fingers, the words bemuse – Her chilled fingers calmed the pooled blood of battle and she reveled in the brief relief behind her swollen eyes. It has never been said that Eve did not cry. Yet the storm can only build…