Radical Eros

I had one of those days last week. Up early. Morning practice. Coffee with my partner. Into work. Then driving her to her job. Then driving across the island to therapy. Then back across town to the gym. Then it was already time to pick her up. The whole day was a chain: one link locked into the next, no slack anywhere. If one thing ran five minutes late, the whole shape of the day would have collapsed. I noticed somewhere between the gym and the pickup that my body had gone tight. Head big....

The Future-Proof Creator Summit is happening June 5–7 at the Sheraton Vancouver Airport Hotel. And I'll be there. Dan Koe, Kieran Drew, Taylin John Simmonds, and a full lineup of people who've figured out how to carry meaningful work into the world without hollowing it out to get there. Three days of live sessions. 500 seats at round tables. This isn't a stadium. You're in conversation, not an audience. Networking dinners designed to put the right people across from each other. Every session...

I haven't written in a while. It's been a buuuuuusy few months, full of responsibilities and commitments since returning to an island where I'm not on island time. As I sit with that this morning, I feel the busyness that hits all of us - even the men who are most steeped in this work. The responsibilities. The commitments. The appointments stacked on top of each other. The free time that isn't really free because the mind is already orbiting the next thing that needs doing. This is one of...

This will be the last letter for this year. I'm leaving for the Amazon in a few days where I'll be on a plant diet in an isolated community. I'll miss a few festivities while I'm gone, as this is the time of the year to celebrate. So, my last letter of the year is about ceremony. It's 5 AM on a Wednesday in the Sacred Valley. We are jolted awake by a PA system blaring through our neighborhood. Some guy driving around announcing something in Spanish I'm still half-catching through sleep fog...

It's the last night of our earthwalk. October. Ten days deep into the wild, and eight of them rained. Rain that makes you question everything - your gear, your choices, the sanity of voluntarily sleeping on the ground when you could be in a bed somewhere warm. Four of us made this trek. Self-selected, in a way. The kind of people who sign up for discomfort because something in us knows we need it. We're sitting around a fire. The night before, we had a heart circle. One woman talked about her...

It's evening time here in the valley. The collective buses are filling up with families - kids, parents, grandparents - heading into town. Not because they need anything. Not because there's an event or obligation. They're going to the plaza, to the streets, to meander through life together. I call it purposeful meandering. The purpose is simply to be with life. I didn't know what I was missing until I gave up my conveniences for this simplicity. You know that saying - you don't know what you...

There's a reason the buffalo heads toward the storm. Not around it. Not away from it. Through it. Because they know this: the shortest path to the other side isn't the easiest one. It's the most direct. I'm sitting here in the Sacred Valley, watching how people live. Really live. Not the Instagram version. Not the retreat center fantasy. Just... living. Sitting around. Being with each other. Being with themselves. None of them are out there chasing ceremonies every weekend. They're just here....

A year and a half ago, I wrote to you from this same terminal. Terminal M at Vancouver International Airport. You can read that letter in the archives. It was my second time writing from this departure gate in four years, and somehow, it's become a ritual. A rite of passage. This is where I leave for Peru—a place that holds my deepest healing, my most sacred transformations. In four days, I'll be walking through this terminal again. But this time feels different. What's Changed Since Last...

It's Saturday morning. Rain hammers my window on the wet coast. Wind tears through the trees. A bald eagle hovers outside, suspended in the storm, completely still in the chaos. I'm feeling my wound extra big this week. My biggest wound is that I'm never enough. That no matter what I do, I'll never be enough. I've done the work around this. Years of it. I've invested every dollar I've ever made into my own healing. Not counting, but if I'd kept all that money, I'd have enough for a down...

Reader, “You say that you are sometimes experiencing the great silence and immensity of being, and you would like to always be in that experience. But the truth is you are the great silence and immensity of being in whose vastness the sense of someone dreaming about discovering and remaining in the immensity of being is appearing.” — Mooji, White Fire. Today, I'm going to share with you about Ho’oponopono, a Hawaiian spiritual practice of reconciliation and forgiveness that will crack you...