My greatest teacher is the mushroom. And no, I’m not alluding to experiences with psychedelia, per se. To be honest, I’m not strictly referring to the fruiting body either. And while the fleshy, fleeting form that appears above the soil’s surface might leave much to admire, it would be more accurate to say that the fungal kingdom itself has imparted wisdom to me. It is this wisdom that has shaped not only who I am, but also the vast and intricate communities I have had the honour of organising and co-existing with.

But why trust the musings of someone with no formal claim to mushroom authority? ...

 

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