The sweetness of self-intimacy.
The sweetness of self-intimacy.
A poetic rambling. An opening. An interlude.
I am beginning here, again.
Again. Again. Again.
Brimming with love.
Brimming with fire.
Brimming with brilliance.
And sorrow of the sweetest kind.
Filled and overflowing with new friends.
I want to be a gospel choir for love.
I want to be one of those people that everyone goes to & everyone knows as a living prayer for love.
A living prayer for devotion.
A living prayer for intimacy.
A living prayer for feeling.
An ode to the feeling spaces among, within & between us.
An ode to what wants to emerge.
A song. A symphony.
I want to be everything I am already.
I love being me.
A heartfelt exhale. A softening.
I will remember these moments forever. I miss them.
The little things.
I don’t know what I want this Substack to be yet. That’s the truth of it.
It feels vulnerable to say; to be so publicly emergent. And I know that there is beauty in this.
To embody that I don’t have to be perfect.
To share the process itself.
To live the process with an open heart.
This is art. This is heart. This is the work.
This is what I came here for.
I know that I want this space to be like nowhere else.
Not because “I am special”, but because I want this space to feel authentic & special.
I would rather publish infrequently & meaningfully than post or repurpose content for the sake of it.
I am here for intimacy. I trust that if you want something from or with me, you will find it or create it.
I exist in, and enjoy, liminal spaces. One of my favourite things about my work with clients is the relational component. It’s business, and it’s business in a way I’ve never seen done before. I created what I want to experience more of in the world. I can rest in that.
People often ask me about my work, and I never know what to say. To call it “work” doesn’t do it justice. Most of the time, it feels like play. And even when it doesn’t feel like play, it feels like intimacy. It feels like love. It feels like soul. It feels like everything I’ve ever wanted, and more. It feels like I am creating powerful allies by being myself. It feels like I’m creating what I want to see in the world. It feels like I’m birthing a movement, and perhaps also a revolution.
It feels like I’m only just beginning.
Right now, I’m feeling like I am enjoying spilling. I am enjoying spilling myself onto the page. I am enjoying interacting with you in this way. I am enjoying the fruits of my labours. I am enjoying the fruits of my presence. I am enjoying the love in my heart. I am enjoying every single joyful experience I savour in private & do not talk about.
I am enjoying my life. I am living art.
I love you.
Thank you for witnessing me.
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