Clear Core, a workshop to refine your vision and clarify your next steps, is happening tomorrow at 9am Pacific / 12pm Eastern / 6pm CEST.
Learn more and sign up here or at the bottom of this email.
After two and a half weeks of nigredo-induced internal chaos, I’m beginning to surface into albedo: purification.
Glimmers of clarity are piercing through the morass of I don’t know, I don’t fucking know. Slowly, tentatively, I’m making plans again.
This most recent descent was gnarly—comically so.
Countless tarot spreads were pulled during moments of peak hysteria. Each of them laughing at me. Taunting the parts of me attached to the identity of “rational-minded support professional”.
So it goes.
The gods of individuation have a devilish sense of humour.
A profound current of gratitude has remained throughout these various humblings and humiliations. I know where they lead. It’s always to a purer, truer, deeper experience of life. And with it, a greater capacity for service.
I’ll take a thousand illusion-crushing descents over a life lived in distortion.
My clients aren’t always so sure, and I don’t blame them. A decade of data has crystallised my trust in this process. But as far as they’re concerned, I’m leading them down a madhat path towards the asylum. I assure them an ascent to a new level of rarefied perception follows every descent.
They say: Bitch, when?!
I reply honestly: I don’t know.
They balk: But when do I become the version of myself who doesn’t need to descend anymore?!
Me: If all goes well, hopefully never.
And I mean that. As existentially kinky as it sounds, real freedom comes from learning to enjoy every part of the ego-striptease that growth demands—no matter how raw, revealing, or ridiculous it gets.
The version of us living our dream is not the same version of us dreaming the dream. It’s also not the version of us building the dream. And it’s definitely not the version of us clinging to old nightmares.
In fact, this most recent psychic dismembering was triggered by the surprise discovery that Menorca could quite possibly be my last stop. The place I sink my roots.
After years spent languishing in the artistically anorexic urban expanse of Vancouver, I thought I was coming here for a quiet summer. Time to rest, recalibrate, maybe plot my next move.
I had no idea it would be like this.
In the six weeks since I arrived—knowing absolutely no one on this island—I’ve somehow crossed the threshold from years of building and yearning… into my vision board?
I’m attending an average of three quality art exhibitions per week, being welcomed into a small but tight-knit community of warm, visionary, internationally active creatives whose work I admire and respect, all while cradled by sun-drenched landscapes bathed in diffuse, butter-yellow light.
I’m also diligently restructuring my business to make space for the evolution of my personal creative practice: performance art—a desire I clarified last fall after much foreshadowing during my time in Peru.
Admittedly, 80–90% of performance art annoys the shit out of me, but the soul wants what it wants, and my brain has ideas.
All this to say, I am within snogging distance of my vision. Close enough to feel its breath on my cheek.
And leaning in all the way required a descent. A shedding of the identities incompatible with my unfolding reality:
The perpetual outsider reading the room instead of resting in it.
The striver suspiciously side-eyeing easy outcomes.
The one who keeps fumbling for the keys to doors already open to her.
All had been so close I couldn’t see them—like smudges on a mirror I’d mistaken for part of my reflection.
But descent has a way of washing things clean. Water on the mirror. A more luminous reality coming into focus.
This is why no descent can be skipped. Not the crumbling, not the confusion, not the moments that make you wonder if you’ve made it all up. They’re not flaws. They’re features of the initiations that make clarity possible.
If you’re in it right now—mid-mess, mid-molt, mid-what-the-fuck—I’m teaching a live workshop tomorrow called Clear Core. Info and registration below the fold…
WHAT IT IS
This workshop isn’t about crafting elaborate vision boards or implementing hyper-optimised productivity systems. It’s also not about “manifesting” faster or pushing through existential density.
It’s about distilling what’s true when everything else is disintegrating.
It’s a somatic space to slow down, listen inward, and notice what your body is already pointing toward.
If your momentum’s been off or your vision feels like it belongs to a past version of you, Clear Core offers a way back into honest attunement. Together, we’ll explore where your inner compass is pointing now—and what wants to take shape from there.
It’s less about chasing clarity, more about cultivating the conditions for clarity to create through you.
HOW TO REGISTER
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