Slow Wisdom

July 10, 2025

Life is a Game (And You’re Already Playing)

A morning revelation sparked by ghosts, boredom, and the art of thriving I woke up this morning with a thought that wouldn’t let go. It started with something as simple as watching the US version of Ghosts — you know, that show where spirits from different eras are stuck in...

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July 5, 2025

Philosophy as a Way of Life

This morning, I’m sitting in my in-laws’ conservatory in Bristol, morning light filtering through glass while the rest of the house sleeps. Coffee steam rises between me and the quiet, and somewhere in this threshold between night and day, a question whispers itself awake. It’s one that’s been brewing in...

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July 3, 2025

The Pathless Path

Late in the afternoon, I decided I needed a break from the desk. In true barefoot philosopher style, I wandered outside with a coffee and Pierre Hadot’s Philosophy as a Way of Life, laying down in the grass underneath our event shelter to shield myself from the sun. I only...

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July 2, 2025

The Productivity God and the 5:30 AM Rebellion

A morning reflection on living in harmony with yourself 5:30 AM. The house breathes in sleep. Coffee steams. The cursor blinks on an empty page. I sit in this stolen pocket of quiet and ask myself something dangerous: What does it mean, today, to live in harmony with myself, with...

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July 1, 2025

When the Student is Ready

I’m writing this from my garden chair, the evening air finally offering some relief from the heat that made today’s journey to London feel like a pilgrimage through fire. My legs are stretched out, Pierre Hadot’s Philosophy as a Way of Life resting on the lawn table beside me, its...

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June 8, 2025

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 sun was already waiting—warming the stone steps, drying last night’s dew. A soft breeze...

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