“Most of the day I am upside down. My head is planted deep in the earth and tiny white threads of mycelial roots are growing out of the top of it, at the crown, stitching me in. I stay a long time like this. Rooting. After a while my head fills with blood and becomes swollen. It is a bulb, burst open by a green shoot probing insistently up through my brain, throat, heart, belly, pelvis and up and out to find the glorious light of the world from between my legs. Where my arse meets the sky, it instantaneously blooms into rippling flowers. Beautiful and fragrant flowers growing out of my darkest orifices. Bees come to visit, bringing fragments in their skirts of a husky shaman’s song, wafting on the diaphanous breeze. It tells me of something new to be doing. A new offering to be bringing to the world.”

— Red K Elders