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...

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...

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...