the world is speaking, this is my first attempt to listen back
Zine-making has been simmering on the edge of my creative altar for months—a quiet longing, half-formed but insistent. Since the start of the year, I’ve felt the pull to make something that feels like paper magic—pocket-sized, myth-infused, soul-forward. Not content.Not […]
The Imaginal as a Forgotten Sense: Seeing with the Soul’s Eye
“What if imagination isn’t something we use—but something we see through?” Long ago, before the world was hemmed in by spreadsheets and satellite maps, there was a way of seeing that didn’t require eyes. The old mystics called it the […]
Living with Attention and Awe
Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. – Mary Oliver Mary Oliver, the quiet bard of the marshlands, slipping truths between cattails and crow calls. Her words aren’t just a poetic mantra; they’re a distilled […]
Breaking the Identity Spell
There is a story you’ve been told since before you had words. Not in the cradle, but in the currents. It whispered from billboards and textbooks, from tired eyes and dinner table silences. A story about limits. About roles. About […]
Breath Noticing
Imagine you’re sitting at the edge of a sacred pool in a forgotten grove. The wind is still. The water mirrors everything exactly as it is—no distortion, no ripple.That’s what breath noticing is. Not swimming. Not controlling. Just watching. Breath […]
World Building as Self-Care
I’m reminded of the Gnostic myth of Sophia—the divine wisdom who fell from the pleroma into the chaos of matter. In her descent, she became fragmented, confused, alienated from the divine order. And yet, in that descent, something miraculous happened: […]
Re-tuning your spirit to the frequency of Being
The Mythic Metaphor: The Forgotten Receiver Imagine yourself as an old shortwave radio. Not the shiny digital kind—but a dusty, analogue relic, humming in the corner of a forgotten workshop. You once picked up messages from distant stars, music […]
Tarot as Story Mirror
Let’s begin by dimming the lights and turning our minds to the flickering candle glow of antiquity. Imagine yourself seated across from a Renaissance mage—perhaps a wandering Neoplatonist in the alleys of Florence or a court astrologer whispering secrets to […]
Sunrise and Elephant Grass
Here’s a short reflection I had sipping coffee watching the sun rise through the elephant grass… We come from the Unknown,and we carry its dust in our bones.Born of stars and silence,we arrive trailing the breath of the void,a question […]
