Ghosts In the Fields: A Spiritual Reflection on Smoke and
I saw a ghost yesterday. It was in a field. I had to stop mid-drive.Spirit and BreathDead Christians Ghosts aren’t that rare. They float between us, riding on the exhale, cradling our words, carrying the things we say about ourselves. Passing a joint is the same: cannabis becomes a ritual of shared breath, a rhythm…
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