Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved being near trees and plants. The beauty of the Pacific Northwest makes me cry. The plains in the Midwest and all of the amazing wild grasses are phenomenal. But even with this love of nature, I haven’t experienced it in the way I did today at the Harvest Fest at the Urban Farm Collective. This farm is located on the south side of Chicago by the lake. It felt like I was high, without any substances. I know that my experiences with psychedelics have positively affected this aspect of my life as well. Being in the moment, connecting with the life around me, whether animal or plant has become so natural.
As a child every season held promise and meant doing something new and exciting outdoors. Playing in the leaves in autumn, sledding in the winter, spring made us do cartwheels and swimming in the summer. As I got older, I became less and less interested and less aware of the nature all around me.
A few years ago, I went to the lake hoping to feel that sense of aliveness, but I felt divorced from my surroundings. I believe just one experience tripping on magic mushrooms has brought back this ability to connect with nature that I once had.