Last night, I dreamed of a question. I was sitting in a circle with others—fellow seekers, perhaps—and someone asked me, Which medium do you want to carry forward? Which path will you walk? And without…
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the day I freed myself from bullet points
there’s a certain seduction to the bullet point. it’s neat. it’s tidy. it gives the illusion of control. one thought. one line. one breath. like a haiku, it ends where it ends. no need to…
death is strange
My neighbour passed away yesterday. It was expected—she was old, had lived a full life, and passed with her daughter by her side. Yet, even when it’s expected, it still feels surreal. We were close,…
a morning full of synchronicities
It’s been a morning full of synchronicities for me starting with a not so pleasant memory, one that is a reoccurring memory that holds no real value for me and isn’t worth reliving again and…
moments 22.09.2024
1) I remembered how grateful I feel when I reflect on the week and follow the larger arc of my journey. It’s easy to let days blend into weeks and weeks blend into months and…
I’m facing a tough question
Here’s a tough question that’s come my way: Where in my life am I avoiding the truth or sidestepping something important? As I ask that, I can see a list of things I’m avoiding and…
true strength lies within
As I look at this card, I’m reminded of the importance of returning to my inner strength. It’s not about shutting out the external world, but about not spending my energy seeking other people’s opinions,…
existential tension
me: I’m coming to the journal in an odd, hyper-focused space while simultaneously staring down into the pit of despair. I clearly see the absurdity of my actions and all that I’ve worked on today….
reshuffling the deck
Note: I’ve decided I want to use this space to create a digital garden (more on this later). For now, I just want to put it out there that I’m reclaiming this space for that…
I couldn’t believe how big the team was
I’m sat in the corner of my hotel room at the Novotel at Stanstead working on the blog on this tiny desk. Doll Parts and airplanes taking off for destinations unknown are my soundtrack. In…