There’s a story my friend Pasha told me about about a mythic band of magic-loving Irish folk. Feeling the call for newness, they would forge out to settle on a new island. Necessarily, they would make the journey by ship. When they arrived to their next land they would unpack — and then promptly burn
you are more than your name your frame your DNA more plenty than all that you have given birth to big big wishes you are even bigger imagine that (imagine anything) and you are more you are gone gone gone beyond the beyond of what started This All I pray you desire temples of peace
Before a big gig or juicy-charged op moment I do this trust exercise. I started doing it on airplanes en route to what I thought would be my destiny (even tho’ I don’t believe in destiny.) After my strategic wheels have been torqued, and I’ve imagined what the ideal outcome might feel like, I drill
