my heart will lead me forwards, my foot will find each next step, my life will unfold in its own time, love holds us all in her hands

time is heavy tonight, thin, the distance between years porous, echoes of possible futures making themselves heard in my heart. love flows, tears come, significance is felt. all is redeemed transcendently, yet consumed uncomfortably by what still must be lived

abundance grace presence seen

So after 5yrs of work, I finally launched my novel today as a weekly serial! And now…there are 191 Psychofauna.com subscribers holy smokes 🫨

Psychofauna is a crazy blend of sci-fi & fantasy set in 2025, when everyone wakes up telepathic. A few very maladjusted

I've been looking forward to today for a looong time.

3️⃣ months ago, I got the idea to start a third space in New York.

2️⃣ months ago, I flew to SF to research and raise.

1️⃣ month ago, I put in my two weeks.

Today, I’m launching Founding Member applications for telos haus! 🔗

rise to the occasion of living a courageous life

This email could have been a scream in the woods

my intuition and curiosity are intrigued by the possibility of writing a novel with a female sex worker as the protagonist

i'd love to have some private conversations with several SW'ers who'd be open to me interviewing them about their lives and work

if U'd be up for that,

I love men who don’t hold back their love.

I melt when guys say “love you, brother!” and give long hugs with no hesitation. They bring light into every room. True strength is feeling so safe in your skin that you can walk through the world without a shield hiding your heart.

'nothing I did before the age of seventy was worth of attention' – hokusai

my most conservative estimate:
if you connect these two ~1mi circles with ultra high speed rail, GDP goes up by 10%

feeling grateful to brent, Dan, FVN STVFF (10/100 YouTube vids), and sky mote for their love and support, friendship and encouragement, practical aid and abundant badassery in my music production journey 🙏

love isn’t always the loudest the voice in the room. sometimes it’s quiet, sometimes it’s silent. and yet love has already won. it’s already won. anger ripples violently and hatred screams and these seem louder in the moment and in the aftermath, i know. but love remains. it goes

Tfw someone asks me to explain TPOT

the best things happen when u are in a room of musicians making music

Metta increasingly becomes a quality of awareness, rather than something you’re *doing* with attention. The consequence of metta no longer relying on attention is “distractions” no longer disrupt it - and so are no longer distractions. They can also just be held in metta.

the masculine urge to start another side project

for Annual Grief-in-Public Day:

tell me one thing you're grieving lately. big or small, old or new, personal or collective 🕯️🖤

What if we kissed at the autism awareness police education booth... 👉😳👈

rolling up to the fun service project with a collaborator like we’re neo and trinity showing up to the lobby in the matrix armed with guns, lots of guns, and we gotta get through a hundred bad guys to free morpheus