You don’t find yourself, you unbury yourself. The map was always accurate & you were always there.

Staying calm is a superpower.

Distance is only geography & the soul travels without passport, arriving always where it is most needed.

In the web of existence, every soul you’ve ever touched lives inside you.

I give up beauty, I throw away shampoo, I empty my cabinet, I delete photo, I forget my history, I love myself, I live for the moment

Mudras are so funny to me because why does holding my fingers in a slightly suspicious configuration make the universe go quiet. Like okay, thumb to ring finger. Suddenly I’m a cathedral. It feels illegal!!! It feels like I found the backdoor settings to my own bloodstream. Ancient sages really looked at the human hand and said, “Yes. This is a keyboard.” Meanwhile I’m on my couch accidentally buffering divinity because I crossed the wrong wire. Anyway if you need me I’ll be over here updating my aura with Bluetooth fingers.

If you are what you eat, Who are you when you fast?

The emotionally intelligent do not wound. This is perhaps their most exquisite quality: not the absence of perception, but the mastery of it. They see everything! The fractures, the failures, the places where a person has not yet grown into themselves, etc. & they hold that knowledge the way one holds a flame: carefully, privately, & with full awareness of what it could fracture. Criticism, when wielded harshly, does not illuminate, it only burns. & the emotionally intelligent have learned, thru their own scorching, that defensiveness is simply pain wearing armor. There’s a kind of cruelty disguised as honesty. A need to name every flaw under the pretense of helpfulness. But the emotionally intelligent are not fooled. They know that clarity, offered gently, reaches places that cruelty never could. Not everything must be spoken & not everything must be mended. There is a profound intelligence in allowing people the dignity of their own unfolding. & in understanding that some truths are better witnessed than announced. To know what is helpful, to choose kindness, to let people be. Tenderness even. Again, this is not passivity, but the deepest kind of love.

Integrity is when the truth comes out and it makes you look better

Brb I’m at the park rn, out here reclaiming something. Barefoot in the grass, swinging like gravity is a suggestion. Pocket full of rocks I did not choose, they chose me. They’re coming home with me.

If you can't control what you eat, what can you actually control in your life?

vulnerable authenticity threatens constructed identities

Pessimists sound smart.  Optimists build the world.

Born on a new moon. Fasting on a new moon. 12 hours in and something is completely dissolving in me.