i still have some habitual mental patterns of thinking to break.

it says here that one of my traits as an american is being nomadic with weak family ties

woke refreshed and feeling love for all things including myself

the light may show us what is, but the darkness shows us what could be.

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