The Sacred Vine of Existence
Meet the Shipibo and their Sacred Brew — Ayahuasca
It’s midday during the dry season here in the Sacred Valley of Peru, and the skies are wide open. At ten thousand feet, I can’t ignore the sun’s greeting. The air is thin up here. This is the cost, I guess, to approach the heavens. So, I welcome the sun’s kiss and give thanks to the sky with each taxing breath.