Hello Reader, 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 a house together, trying to figure out how to spend eternity. Here’s what hit me: these ghosts have been around for hundreds, sometimes thousands of years. They’re not worried about survival anymore; they’re already dead. So what’s their biggest challenge? Boredom. Everything they...
about 2 months ago • 2 min read
A Wisdom Walk from Marston Doles to Napton-on-the-Hill Walking Slow Enough for the Soul to Catch Up There’s something about the rhythm of the feet on a towpath that unlocks the mind. Today’s wisdom walk wasn’t just about getting my steps in after a morning glued to the screen. It was about working through the soul of what I’m building here. The afternoon sun was warm on my back as I followed the canal from Marston Doles toward Napton-on-the-Hill. My phone buzzed with notifications, and my...
about 2 months ago • 3 min read
The Barefoot Philosopher Dear Wisdom Seeker, 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 others, and with the universe? When the Productivity God Comes Calling Here’s what I discover in the asking: harmony isn’t the absence of tension. It’s the presence of choice. I’m reading. Reflecting. Writing morning pages that...
about 2 months ago • 3 min read
Dear Seeker, It’s not exactly Walden Woods, but this morning I find myself in what Southam has to offer in the way of a small pocket of trees I’ve come to call the Southam Woods. It’s here I’ve paused, mid-walk, to speak into the rhythm of the morning. I stop and catch a moment to let my breath sync with the birdsong. Podcast version: Sleeping Beneath the Stars:... Jun 20 · Soulcruzer 7:24 Last night, I slept under the stars. No tent, no fanfare. Just a sleeping bag, the summer heat still...
2 months ago • 3 min read
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...
3 months 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...
3 months 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...
4 months ago • 2 min read
