Somewhere in the Andes, Ecuador –
Sploosh!
Good thing…
Sploosh!
my eyes are closed…
Sploosh!
because these Yachak keep…
Sploosh!
spewing some sort of…
Sploosh!
alcoholic liquid across…
Sploosh!
my face as they…
Sploosh!
make their way…
Sploosh!
around the circle.
The air was crisp and cool. We were gathered in a circle around an altar in the yard that was covered in fresh fruit and other offerings as the Yachak, Ecuadorian Shamans, formed a circle between our group and the altar, performing a cleansing ceremony on us.