The Ways We Meet Each Other
There’s a piece of writing I’ve always loved: people come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.
A reason. It’s to meet a need. To hold out a hand when you’re stumbling, to share a resource, to offer the right word at the right time. Those moments change you, even if they’re brief.
Go against your grain, meet another you
I’m a creature of rhythm at home—early mornings, clean living, tea ceremony, same coffee shop, same mat. When I travel, I do the same, landing somewhere and building a little life, then mixing it with art, friends, nature, and night life. I travel slow, living as I do at home, just in a new place.
I'm here to serve not to save
I’m here to serve you, not save you.
How did I get the two mixed up for so many years? Because I’m human, and that’s what humans do sometimes.
The Dharma of Hair
It’s becoming a ritual—this little chat at the desk.
What starts as a stream of thought often turns into a teaching, a personal reflection that ends up shared in class. These are the moments when I allow wisdom to flow through me—when I become a hollow bone for whoever needs it. And somehow, there’s always someone who needed it. After class, someone will come up and say, “I felt like you were speaking directly to me.” Or: “That was exactly what I needed to hear. How did you know?”
