Writer of essays, reflections, and cultural commentary. Exploring creativity, inner life, and what it means to grow wiser on purpose.
Internet
So, there's this massive AI art group on Facebook where I'm the primary moderator. This being the case, I've developed a daily habit of hopping on there in the mornings to see what's going on, remove anything that violates community standards, approve
Internet
There’s a specific kind of energy that comes from people who never interact with your posts and never cheer when you hit a milestone, but consider it important to keep tabs on you regardless. Sometimes it’s an ex-employer or old client lurking on your LinkedIn for no good
Readings
When I first came up with (and participated in) the first-ever cycle of my original Feast of the Wandering Pen challenge a month ago, I didn’t really know where it was going to take me. I just knew I needed something to get me back to writing for myself
Self Image
There’s a strange kind of grief that arrives when the story you once told about yourself — your guiding myth — no longer fits. Especially when it wasn’t just any story, but the story. The one you poured into poems or blogs or old journal entries by the bucketful. The
Music
I almost always listen to music in the mornings to help wake my mind up and get my blood flowing. But today’s soundtrack isn’t just background noise. It’s a living, breathing presence in the room with me. It's flowing into my ears through the Cali
Readings
So, there’s this tarot deck in my office that I didn’t actually touch for almost two years. It’s beautiful — mythic, even. Every card depicts a folktale, legend, myth, or fairytale from a different part of the world. It’s called Tarot of the Divine, and it arrived
Creativity
At dinner last night, Seth and I had one of those conversations that really linger. The kind where you find yourself still turning it over in your mind the next day, like a stone you can’t stop touching. We were talking about creativity, specifically how freeing it can feel
Self Image
I'm realizing that I’ve made a lot of silent promises to myself over the years. Some were whispered in moments of grief, others after quiet triumphs I didn’t care to tell anyone about at the time. They weren't anything serious or formal, but they
Writing
Today is one of those days I'm getting to my daily reflection later rather than sooner, but that's OK. Dinner’s done. The last of the light faded away behind the trees for the night some time ago. I’m back indoors after a hot mushroom
Spirituality
I keep a little wooden container of blessed sea salt next to my computer. Some mornings, I add a pinch to my first bottle of water of the day. It's just a quick personal ritual, but it still helps shift the energy and start the productive part of
Mental Health
As a relatively private person, there's a lot of myself I don't openly share. Not because those parts are shameful or broken, but because they’re delicate and too often misunderstood. One of those parts has always been my sense of empathy. That's the
Back to Basics
It was just a can of lentil stew I had sitting around. Just a little butter on a slice of sourdough from a loaf I bought the other day, plus a few walnuts and a slice or two of fresh mozzarella to round things out. (No meat, because it'