Sitting out in the sun today, and itβs around 68Β°, overlooking the water. I was by myself, no shirt, no shoes, just soaking it in. Meditating here and there.
A girl came up and asked if she could sit next to me. I said of course - Iβm always down to talk about life and whatever comes up. We ended up talking about psychedelics, especially DMT. She started sharing some of her experiences, pretty openly.
At one point she mentioned she was living in a housing community for people recovering from addiction. I didnβt even realize there was something like that around here. She said it could be tough, but theyβd let her come out to the park today.
As we were talking, someone who works there came over and told her she needed to go back - that this wasnβt the park she was supposed to be in. I didnβt care for that too much. It felt like the conversation couldβve gone somewhere meaningful for her. She seemed genuinely engaged, and who knows what a simple exchange might spark.
It just reminded me how many people out there are quietly suffering. And sometimes, the simplest things - being seen, being heard, having a real conversation - might be more healing than we give them credit for.
