Hi Reader, I’ve been sitting with Lao-Tzu’s opening lines from the Tao Te Ching. Not just reading them, but really feeling them: “The way that can be spoken of is not the true Way.” It hit me differently this morning—maybe because I’ve been spending so much time talking about the path, and thinking about life, instead of walking it and living it. There’s a difference between describing the taste of honey and letting it melt on your tongue. I think I’ve been stuck in description. Lao-Tzu...
29 days ago • 3 min read
Dear Reader, For months now, I’ve felt the quiet call to make something soul-shaped and story-soaked. Not content. Not a product. But something small and sacred—something that could live in the pocket of your attention like a talisman. I’ve finally answered that call. Introducing my very first zine: Cultivate Mythic Awareness A poetic field guide to symbolic seeing in a world that whispers. It’s for those who sense that beneath the surface of ordinary life, something is trying to speak. A...
about 1 month ago • 1 min read
Hey Reader This morning, I closed a journal. Not just physically, but mythically. One more volume in the living chronicle of my inner life—filled with wandering thoughts, fragmented truths, and soul signals scratched across paper. A private ceremony of becoming. And it ended, quite fittingly, with the Fool. Not just any fool—but the Jester. The Eternal Trickster. A hunched figure in green and red, with mischief tucked into his sleeves and riddles stitched into his gait. He arrived by tarot...
about 2 months ago • 2 min read