How to find a sense of security where it is not?

Such nights cannot be forgotten… Drifting on a river in the middle of the Amazon with strangers from Ese Eja while watching with peace as the night comes. Stars were scattered across the sky, like a rash, as if the sky had been sick for twelve hours, and the only antidote for him was dawn. If I could name all the emotions that were boiling in me, it would be like a machine gun firing after the decimal point, the problem is that these are the emotions I have not known so far, the feelings I have never experienced. And so the virgin Amazon jungle, bore something new in me, as if for a moment it wanted to show me that there is nothing I can catch as a railing, even shadows of thoughts, experiences or feelings, everything around was new and unknown, and the only key to trying to understand what was happening now was respect and careful observation.

 

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NOC Z TARANTULAMI I OSWAJANIE STRACHU

Był to jeden ze zwrotnych momentów w moim życiu. W trakcie tego bezsennego poranka nauczyłam się oswajać strach. Musiałam przejść przyspieszony kurs przyjaźni ze strachem, ale poszło nam nawet dobrze. Postanowiłam polubić te tarantule, gdyż w efekcie, to ja byłam ich gościem, a nie one moim. Drętwiałam ze strachu i nie mogłam się ruszyć ani o milimetr, ale przypomniałam sobie słowa szamana, który kilka tygodni wcześniej wprowadzał mnie w BHP dżungli.

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