Imagine, for a moment, a fire crackling in the heart of an ancient forest. Sparks leap like tiny stars into the velvet dark, spiralling skyward in silent communion with the heavens. You sit close enough to feel the fire’s gentle […]
Field Notes from the Edge #007 There’s a moment in every myth where the hero stands before a gate.Not a grand gate of gold or marble—but something subtler, more symbolic.A shimmer between worlds. A crack in the ordinary.A child in […]
Somewhere between the womb and the wave,between the clenched fist and the open hand,there is a rhythm. It is not rushed.It is not forced.It is the rhythm of becoming. This morning, I drew three cards from the Osho Zen Tarot.And […]
A personal resurrection in seven acts Threshold Moment: The Phoenix Stir There’s a moment just before the flame catches, when the ashes still whisper the name of who you used to be. I find myself standing in that moment now. […]