W I L D M E D I C I N E O F
T H E H I G H D E S E R T
S e p t e m b e r 2 8 - O c t o b e r 2 2017
T a o s , N e w M e x i c o
Sometimes the best medicine rests not in plant or stone, in human comfort or celestial embrace; sometimes the best medicine, the only medicine, is the that of Place. Immersing yourself in the womb of a canyon, lingering in the trickle of an icy stream around your ankles, watching the leaves unfurl their glory in Spring's slow procession--all of this and more is the medicine of the Land itself, of the Earth Herself. It is this felt experience which is more precious and healing than any single substance could ever be.