It’s not a sadness in the conventional sense—it’s more like a cocktail of nostalgia, hope, and meaning, stirred together with the wisdom of time.

It's in your body.

fundamentally anxious + defensively avoidant

what seems to make no sense is the so-called “making sense together.”

when is last time we truly see a tree?

no rice, please

it takes two to dance, one to exit, & zero diagnosis needed

the beauty of mama nature!

the intense sensation of “in-between” feels so personal.

to self-love, to forgiveness, and to freedom.

these, too, shall pass.

some reading notes from Work on The Superego (A.H. Almaas, 1992)

When we go solo, we go deep.

& many good cries :p

the most hippie thing I've ever written

It's you, & it's not you.