writing and drugs

leaning into love and sweetness

If you are here wondering, how did we get here? 

You are right - writing and drugs? 

Well, it's been a whole year since my messy exit from Instagram. (👇 insta update!) It was such a practice in felling defenseless to get into the parts of my life like that. I attempted it with no plan —Share honesty in a small, generous way, stretching myself, which still feels a little scary. 

Over here now, weekly publishing poetry and prose, mini- memoir writing. I have been segueing this newsletter into more personal stories. The vital work began with microdosing psychedelics; what this looked like a year ago became something very different. I hope that sharing my work will bring you closer to understanding the long process of healing.

Getting a closer look at someone's life helps us connect to our own.

I'd hate if reading felt like a grind. I put my love for writing and drugs here to decrypt my past and create new stories. I'm ecstatic about the impact! It is not always idyllic; most often, it resembles a wild frolic with words. 

Honestly, on other socials, there is a liability waiting to happen. Everyone seems to worry about what occurs online…fodder for the right-fighters; never ever just a human to be safe in our pain or to share our joy.

Uncomplicated realizations have shown me that my personal gain and growth will emerge through this. We don't always control what happens. But we can handle how we crack the code and figuring out how to respond is badass. Being responsible for our experiences comes with clarity and peace. Choosing to consciously solve the puzzle of our lives is an understanding that comes with allowing the events to evolve. The gift of this past year is the feeling of being extremely loved and poured into, it is a thrilling rush. 

It's pretty incredible to be here. I genuinely enjoy writing and offering words back. These stories are about me… but ultimately, if you are here with me, they must be about you too.

We are a community of generous readers. Thank you.

Tieing my shoes in double knots to keep on keeping on,

Summer's almost over; I've been leaning into love and sweetness. All we have are our sunny memories.

Here are a few of mine:

1. I learned to sprint kayak.

2. Falling into the Old Canal (while kayaking) was a pleasant introduction to a lovely new swimming spot! 

3. Forty litres of vegetables from our local CSA is too many beets, peppers, zucchini and eggplant for two adults. 

4. Solidly unlearning indoctrination from spiritual wellness spaces to assess my role as a safe coach and leader. 

5. After almost three decades of misinformation and deliberate avoidance, I now realize that using sunscreen is a very healthy choice.

6. Watermelon is still my favourite. Best served refrigerator cold, laying on a blanket, listening to James Blake while on MDMA.

A list of what's next:

1. I am joining a local hiking club to explore the Bruce Trail with my dogs.

2. Beginning writing classes in two new communities to learn the art and craft of creative nonfiction, personal essays and memoir. Sackett and Firefly Creative

3. Also, trying not to be a try-hard because writing is terrible and wonderful. Mostly wonderful? I still can't decide!

4. I am a strong advocate for healing with psychedelics and use my voice to help educate people to use drugs solo or with partners.

5. Educating myself to continue to address the enormity of problems existing within the psychedelic circles, the harm perpetuated, and what I can do to support integration.

6. Coming soon!! I am making a visual comeback on Instagram @therealcoachoh - and I have decided to be a Public Figure strictly for the sake of PR. 

7. If you are befuddled about that - I want to grow Oh My Heart, staying right here where all the goodies are. That's it!