enjoying the bank holiday weekend

the abyss is full of potential

feel her heartbeat underneath my feet

i'm not crazy, i just think differently (apparently)

of course the clouds come when it's time to go camping.

there's a kind of magic in speaking your truth.

things have an incredible way of taking longer to do than they should

embrace the mystery with an open mind and heart, and let the wisdom guide you on your journey 🙏

i've managed to stay in a mellow, but focused mood most of today

people have a natural instinct for truth.

We're missing a trick if we don't push the narrative of the collective intelligence

i often find myself floating somewhere between a life of pleasure and a life of contemplation.

the fleeting nature of meaning is on my tits today

the paradox of Chuang Tzu am i a man dreaming i'm a butterfly or am i butterfly dreaming i'm a man? 🦋

it's friday afternoon and i can feel the tug of the weekend

i'm in one of those weird mental spaces where i am transitioning from the old to the new

what does that mean to me spiritually?

I don’t have infinite time, I know this, so whatever I’m doing, however I want to be and have to be it now, live each as if it’s your last..

reading marion milner's 'a life of one's own'

alive and kicking