It’s only natural

Forget your Lululemon and your botox shots, my brothers and sisters… get down to your knickers and sit under a tree, or a star – you might just find that there’s something the grass, the birds, the bark or the skidding clouds have been wanting to tell you..   http://www.elephantjournal.com/2014/02/yoga-is-becoming-one-with-nature-a-conversation-with-danny-paradise-jade-richardson/ After a lifetime doing just … More It’s only natural

Man of Flowers

Vilcabamba artist, James Birthrong, talks to a difficult bitch about love, drugs and the higher ground on the eve of his latest show, First Harvest, opening this Friday in Ecuador. The artist smokes. He eats meat if he wants to, gambles, swears, describes himself as try-sexual (“I’ll try anything, twice!”)… and is brave enough to be interviewed … More Man of Flowers

Taking the medicine – shock and Awe in the Amazon

If you were sick, I mean really, and happened to be abandoned on a sandbank in the Amazon, would you trust a chain-smoking motorbike mechanic with a fetish for vomit and a blunt machete who turns up out of nowhere, stinking of cigarettes and says, I can be helping you if you drink thess! Deep in the ancient forests of the … More Taking the medicine – shock and Awe in the Amazon

Flower power

If mankind were offered by the gods just one more thing – a magic elixir, a secret, a piece of wisdom or a wish; here’s one scientist that would stand up immediately and shout, “Toothpaste!” Bring us a toothpaste, and make it from flowers!” You do not want to play Scrabble with Dale Millard. And … More Flower power

Voodoo in a Pinstripe – Kingdom of the sick #1

After the announcement last week of Angelina Jolie’s ‘decision’ to remove her healthy breasts because of medical advice, and the trillion-dollar industry that is benefiting from her influence, I decided to publish a little story from Sydney in 2003, when I was told I was terminally ill and would never walk again… in support of … More Voodoo in a Pinstripe – Kingdom of the sick #1

Bliss. Bomb!

A month washed in, a month washed out. Here in Vilcabamba rainbows were broiled up and rinsed out, we had a peace festival which caused no end of bitching and treachery, dust devils hurled themselves about the gritty streets and I walked on with dirt in my teeth and a bliss bomb in my pocket. … More Bliss. Bomb!