I am sitting here writing to you from the forest of Lake Tahoe, listening to Daniel Imhof’s ambient excursions playlist on Soundcloud (you can thank him for most of these letters), drinking a ‘cup of joe’ in honour of David Lynch, (which any trip to the US is always a DL honorary), and the snow is falling all around me through the windows of our old 80s motorhome ‘Gloria’ - aka the closest I get to heaven to earth - snow . I have been quiet here, I apologize, life has been life-ing, and I’ve...

The last few years cracked me open to a lot that had been waiting for me in the wings, mainly the soul of the world, and how it is interlinked with my own soul. And how I can be both whole and broken,   And how the world can be both whole and broken.   I had to take up an apprenticeship with grief. Not because I was a novice to experiencing loss and profound heartache, but because the immensity of the grief that my heart cracked open to, that extended beyond my own little life, needed a much...

There is a TV clip bouncing around my algo bubble of a young Leonard Cohen telling a TV host interviewer “When I get up in the morning, my real concern is to discover whether or not I’m in a state of Grace.” I love myself some satsang with the late LC.   The TV host wants to know what he means by ‘a state of Grace’, and LC goes on to give an example of an escape ski, just riding the contours of the terrain. What he speaks about is the meeting of reality, the meeting and letting ourselves be...