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.

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

when is last time we truly see a tree?

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.

the most hippie thing I've ever written

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