When you know you’re alive, you have everything you need to know. That’s all. Being awake is just that: The simple, basic knowing of aliveness. A delicate energetic hum. So sweet, so obvious. And SO powerful…

I am. I am here. I am here now. I woke up with the sun in my face. A golden light was shining on the gardens behind my bedroom window. The sky was a perfect pale…

Peanut butter. Podcasts. Porn. There are kangaroos. And fried eggs. Trains and lemons and raindrops. Sadness, sardines and sausages. Cactuses. Clarity. Cantaloupes. Chaos. Crab and crap and coziness. Broken legs and broken hearts and broken mugs….

I constantly see things I didn’t see before. Like looking at a work of art that has been thoroughly cleaned, or watching it from a fresh perspective, or with a new appreciation. I guess it has…

If you feel like shit, don’t look in the direction of the shit for answers. I know, because this is what I’ve been doing most of my life, and it created countless smelly, dark and anxious…

‘You’re in denial’, whispers the mind. (I know that argumentation very well.) ‘You’re just selfish and naive’ is another one of its popular lines. They used to make me cringe, those judgements, the objections, the mental…