Dust-kissed wanderer walking the wild edge. Unlearning what tames & remembering what our bones have always known. Part mystic, part outlaw; moved by holy irreverence for what cages the human spirit.
When I mentioned to a friend recently that I was contemplating memento mori (the ancient practice of remembering one's mortality), she quickly responded, "Well, that's morbid." I
How do you reconcile building a thriving business with the grief of no longer doing the work that once gave you life? What if growth isn't always the goal? Is it possible to find your way back to the joy of your craft when achievement has led you away from creation?
How do you set boundaries when your entire worth feels tied to how completely you can disappear into service? What happens when the work of caring becomes a hungry beast that needs constant feeding, and you're the only food source?
We're born into a world that's already decided what responsibility looks like. From our earliest moments, we're handed a script for how our lives should unfold: get
