Healers' afternoon

With gratitude and nostalgia, I remember that magical afternoon preparing k+dobe and noterau, as the wise old man called the plants in his language. By the stove, our hands stained with plant juices, we laughed and felt like ancestral women remembering an old rhythm: grating roots, scraping leaves, calling on the power of nature and ancient medicine. The deep spirit of the Amazon jungle was with us. Maybe it was the moment, maybe it was the purpose, but I could see in you a lover of freedom, idealistic, free of prejudice, open, and utterly uninterested in empty privilege. May your return to Mother Earth be warm and peaceful, and may you carry that same freedom wherever you go.