Smell something burning? Could be your lunch, the gig economy, and/or (most likely) Coyote’s tail – lit like a shish kabob marshmallow for a s’more from Hell. Best to inhale and pass to the left. Playing with matches, Coyote lights his fur ablaze because fire is fun...

Open your third eye – see inside the Within.  Transcend the Cerebral Cerebellum of the Mystic Mind, connecting the magical realms that call to us all.  As Radiohead sings:  “Everything in its right place.” “Sucking on a Lemon.” “There are two colors in my head.”...

Listen to your mother – not only the woman who brought you into this world, but the green globe of Gaia who gave birth to the garden of creation.  There is a reason women tend to be more connected to Mother Earth. “That’s right, the women are smarter,” tunes the...

The dream world’s calling to our hidden, inner psyche – it teaches us secrets we need to know. Dreaming is the washing of the unconscious, where desire, fantasy, and fear rinse our mental essence and release us from the toxins of life.  We cannot survive without...

Open a tin of organic Bear Blend. The light fluffy herbs are nature’s perfect picture – the green of chlorophyll blended in an herbal cornucopia. These smoking herbs are the stuff of Middle Earth – the perfect toke for a Hobbit after second or even third breakfast,...

Have you ever heard the expression knock on wood? Ever wonder where it came from? Before cities and cars and the constant background hum of engines and lights buzzing in the distance, people were much more connected to nature — because that is, after all, where they...

It’s a crazy world. As the great and wise bathrobe sage Ferris Bueller once told me: “Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” Here’s a tid-bit of brand new science you might have missed: Weed might just ward off...

Maybe you could get to sleep — if only your inner 8-year-old would settle down and shut the fuck up. But it’s 2 a.m. And that little bastard just snorted crushed-up Smarties off a Pokemon’s butt — guess who's ready to party. Yet you need sleep — physically, mentally,...

“Mr. Peabody’s coal train has hauled it away.” “Paradise,” the John Prine song, might as well have a sequel, starring the Hopi and Navaho Indians.  First, Mr. Peabody hauled away Paradise, “that backwards old town in Western Kentucky, down by the Green River,” in a...