By Mac Guerreiro
And there he was, standing, looking at me lovingly. Eye wondered how much he’d seen. Had he caught my shoulders moving subtly as eye sobbed, filled with love and sorrow at the sight and sensation of Mother Ocean? Could he hear the conversation we were having? Then it became clear that it didn’t matter, because there he was, like he’s always been even when eye thought eye had given him no reason to be.
Eye turned back to Her and as the glowing waves embraced me eye thanked the brilliant hand that’s guided our story. Eye thanked Mother Ayahuasca for pulling out whatever poison kept one of my deepest wounds from healing and in the same breath eye thanked him for holding my soul together while eye let it unravel.
The words to describe what exactly changed prove themselves difficult to find but something has and it’s in large part because he’s right there and eye couldn’t be more grateful.
Mystical Mac 