When my body relaxes and fills with oxygen I’m able to feel my spirit and hope returns.
But the WHY lingers.
I wasn’t always broken. Why would I at my most powerful, most connected, and most sure of my collaboration with source, choose to dive into chaos, uncertainty, and fear?
Watching the sunrise over the valley of trees, feeling the wind nip at my face it finally becomes clear.
Cannabis has been a universal sign of connection in a world I wasn’t welcome in.
Cannabis got me off the streets.
Cannabis brought my chosen family.
Cannabis opened my eyes to different cultures through a lens of shared experience.
Cannabis replaced the 13 prescribed chemicals eroding my quality of life, allowing me to work through chronic illness and trauma recovery.
Cannabis led to holistic plant medicine to stop me from overdosing on THC.
Cannabis called me to Humboldt, where my senses are at peace, my soul is on fire and my ambitions are possible.
And finally, Cannabis provides an “industry” where I can show up as myself and have a chance at equity in all senses of the word.
As someone who has been uncomfortable in most jobs for being too outspoken, too ambitious, too natural, too desirable, not desirable enough, too authentic, or my personal favorite…too Kentucky
– I’m tired of changing who I am to make a living.
Getting back to answering the WHY question…
Until another “industry” can make it just as clear that I am safe, respected, and applauded as my whole authentic self, I will lace up my boots, get back to center, and go to war for this plant, these people, and what our culture represents.