The Rabbit Hole 🕳🐇 issue no.62

🕳️ 🐇 A hand-curated publication featuring psychoactive internet rabbit holes that explore this question: What does it mean to live a life of meaning and beauty?

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dear explorers,

🔮 this transmission arrives in the narrowing corridor between years~ when the light thins, the world goes a little quiet, and the nervous system unspools its poetry. this culture will try to rush you into conclusions & goals.. but the deeper invitation is to bare your shaky palms to the sky. to raise them… and bleed. to metabolize, to grieve what needs grieving, to bless what needs blessing, and to let the next chapter reveal itself in a slow drip of nostalgia, bit by bit, all at once, and back into the mystery once again.

welcome to Rabbit Holes issue no. 62.

🌀 we move through sacred architecture and intimate spaces: mobile libraries drifting between fishing villages, cedar cabins built as sibling mirrors, earth-covered pavilions tucked into hillsides. structures that don’t just house bodies, but train perception.

🔮 we descend into essays on grief as sacred intelligence, on abundance as discipline, on desire as rupture, on intimacy as something rarer than sex. there are maps for personal growth, refusals of spiritual bypassing, and reminders that surrender doesn’t mean passivity; it means listening more carefully for what wants to move through you.

🐚 we linger with incense manuals written by monks a thousand years ago, auroras photographed at the edge of the world, indigo dyed into linen by hand, fairy tales as serious technology, and the quiet eroticism of intelligence.

🫶 there are reflections on partnership, seasons of life, slow-burn love, perceptiveness, silliness, devotion, mastery, and the strange courage it takes to stay porous without dissolving.

threaded through it all is a question I keep returning to:
What does it mean to live in right relationship — with reality, with others, with the unseen — when certainty is gone?

as always, this isn’t meant to be consumed quickly. It’s a constellation. A long walk. take my hand dear, and let us descend.

with love,
Patricia

Here are the visuals, words, poetry, and art so far that stirred my soul this month

1. 💻 open this issue in your web browser (not phone) at a time where you have at least 30 mins to read.

2. ☕ grab hot tea or coffee

3. 👚 change into something comfortable and ideally sit against some fluffy pillows, with your computer on your lap at a 45 degree angle

4. light a candle 🕯️

5. 💨 take 5 breaths and listen to this meditation

6. meditate on a question you have and run it by this tarot reader

7. 🎵 press play for music. Listen while you read this issue.