Life begins at sixty? An adventure into the world of shamanism, ayahuasca and other marvellous things.

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My son said to me the other day ‘Mum, how d’you feel about being nearly sixty?’ It’s a fair enough question I suppose and one that had fleetingly crossed my own mind a few times lately, what with the impending birthday looming ever closer.

I have to agree that sixty does sound very old, at least it does when you’re thinking about it in relation to yourself. After all, for much of my earlier working life it was the age that female colleagues had taken their retirement and so for me back then (in my blissfully naive twenties and thirties), it was a kind of abstract landmark where a woman would leave the world of useful work and start a graceful and accepting decline into her dotage. It never seemed like something that could possibly happen to me.

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