Cannabis is Gaia’s mossy green embarrassment of riches. When it’s allowed to thrive, we are allowed to heal. The gift renews itself constantly, like the Ouroboros that devours its own tail. The spiced verdant bite of peppered rosewood folds into a whip of aromatic Holy Basil. We choose to be here, now… a proliferation of smoke carries us in, and time’s true luxury lets us stay as the Earth turns on. WE GROW WILD.