This morning, 7:13 AM, Croatian hat settled on my head, backpack loaded with gear I probably don’t need. The familiar circuit calls—out the front door, down to the path, into the rhythm that unwinds whatever…
Date Archives June 2025
The Realm of Possibility
In this contemplative riff inspired by Michael Neill’s teaching, I explore what it means to return to the space before thought, that fertile void the Taoists speak of, where anything can grow. This piece is…
Breaking Free from Inner Hypnosis: A Journey to Authentic Living
What if I told you that right now, as you’re reading this, you’re under a spell? Not the mystical kind involving wands and potions, but something far more pervasive and powerful—the hypnosis of your own…
sleeping beneath the stars: thoreau, simplicity & the sacred ordinary
It’s not exactly Walden Woods, but this morning I find myself in what Southam has to offer in the way of a small pocket of trees I’ve come to call the Southam Woods. It’s here…
a pocket of peace for your scroll-weary soul
A moment arrives—you know the one. You’re three hours deep in the luminous abyss, thumb dancing across glass, consuming fragments of other people’s lives like digital communion wafers. The blue light baptises your retinas while…
you can have peace now (but you won’t want to)
The book says, “Breathe! You Are Alive.” And for once, I didn’t argue. This morning, after feeding the kittens, I stepped barefoot into the back garden, coffee in hand, Kindle open to a quiet teaching….
the wandering way
Maybe you’re feeling behind. Like the path disappeared while you were making coffee or paying bills or just trying to keep your head above the static. Like everyone else got the memo about which direction…
the wisdom of wasting time
(A barefoot philosopher’s reflection) The kettle clicks off, and I let it sit. No rush. Let the steam linger. Let the silence finish its sentence. I used to panic in moments like this—these little gaps…
the doorway in the mist
a morning contemplation on Chapter 42 of the Tao Te Ching This morning, I found myself sipping not just coffee, but Chapter 42 of the Tao Te Ching—one of those deep wells you can drink…