
The Egg and the Eclipse
An attempt to make matter below respond to the heavens above.
the faces we wear (versions we bear / don’t recognize)
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An attempt to make matter below respond to the heavens above.

If I stop reminding heaven that I am here, will I still be remembered?

Thoughts on Beltane, empty halls, resurfacing memories and the possibility that depth does not have to come only from pain.

When the world begins again.

Life after Life

The sadness that unfolds...

A reflection on eclipses, Holy Week, and the subtle disturbances that connect personal memory with a larger, shared unease.

Strange weather and stranger stories.

On instinct, the modern urge to explain the heart, and the quiet freedom of feeling things as they are.

Modern life balances meaning over substance in a world of disposable imitations – a subtle yet profound food for thought.