Imagine you’re walking down the street.No wait. Imagine you’re dragging your tired, covid fogged ass down the street, with a little is-this-what-it’s-like-getting-older-hip-pain, headed where you think you need to go ...
When I was in my early 20s, I found myself in an existential tension that I’d come to wear like a familiar sweater throughout my adult years. The tension feels ...
I hit a wall. It was awful. Unravelling ensued. It continues… It’s been a minute. Time flies when you’re exhausted af. Online business guru “best practices” say when you’ve ghosted ...
And taking my hijacked psyche with me. Pour a cuppa or light yourself a joint. Settle in. Because there’s more to say than will fit in 140 characters or an ...
I had just finished a series of long facilitation days with a lot of give. The kind that leaves me on empty hours before it’s time to turn in. I ...
I stopped. I hadn’t planned on stopping. I didn’t hum and haw over it, I didn’t make space or have a strategy around taking a creative hiatus. I just stopped. ...
There once was a Right Path. It was the step ahead, the reach, the breath. It was moments of oneness that bled into moments of separation. I am this. I ...
Striving. Self-Violence. Pressing and pushing up hill and through pain and resistance. You know the jam. The pathologically masculine and sadistic relationship to productivity that permeates our culture. We have ...
I’m head over heels in love. We’re newly engaged. We’re past the total insanity phase. We’ve swooshed beyond the ravenous giggle-swoon-love-bath-hang-off-every-word-and-hold-our-farts-in phase. We’ve exited best behaviour. We no longer pick ...
I was waiting for it. I’d even blocked it into my schedule. I’ve done enough ‘expansions’ to know that after stepping into a new space, creating something at my edge ...
