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Oh, the tangled webs we all get caught in.

It’s not bad. Being human is messy and hard at times.

It’s also amazing, funny, surprising and invigorating.

These last few years, though, we all seem a little more tangled than usual.

I studied. I researched. I got confused.

I even got tangled up trying to figure out how to get untangled.

This is a place where I get to share some of what I found along the way.

Picture: Our puppy all tangled up.

Picture of Protestor Falls NSW by Danielle Leigh. A rock face with waterfall.

Walk into the Wall Real.

The kind of real that has kept us alive.

Connection to family, however family is defined for you. Connection to each other.

Connection to the land, to nature, and to the world we actually live in.

We’re a species that survives together.

We grow food. We build shelter. We care for each other. We pass things on. We figure shit out.

For all our sophistication, maybe some of what we need most is still beautifully basic.

Picture by my cousin Danielle Leigh in the Northern Rivers NSW,

my niece Hannah and I soaking up the goodness.

Picture of Tasmanian coast and big rocks.

Imagination is far more powerful than most of us were ever taught.

Not just fantasy. Not just daydreaming.

It shapes memory, expectation, fear, possibility, identity and the stories we keep living inside.

The more I’ve studied, the more I’ve come to see the structure of our imagination as one of the most important influences on our inner world.

What we picture. What we rehearse. What we anticipate. What we keep returning to.

But that inner landscape doesn’t exist separately from the body.

Understanding the physical mechanisms beneath our experience matters too.

The brain, nervous system, stress responses, hormones, sleep, movement and the many systems constantly working to keep us alive are all part of the whole picture.

In my current view, understanding both the inner landscape and the physical machinery beneath it is one of the most useful places to begin when we’re trying to understand ourselves.

Took this on east coast of Tasmania.

After studying methods, modalities and a fair bit of so called “spiritual technology”,

I came to a slightly inconvenient realization.

I think I did more good helping people outside of structures than I ever did inside them.

Some approaches helped. Some confused things further. Some seemed to become more invested in their own importance than in the human being sitting in front of them.

So I kept looking.

There was a fair bit of research, questioning, unlearning and what I jokingly call “cult jumping” along the way.

And eventually I landed somewhere much simpler.

My own thoughts. My own integrity. My own lived experience. Curiosity. Conversation. Paying attention.

No grand system.

What you’ll get from me is honest, walk into a wall real.

Everything living is always moving, and perspective moves with it.

Mine will naturally shift as I learn, experience more, find better information or simply see something from a different angle.

I’ll share what I’ve found, say when I don’t know, and help where I genuinely can.

That feels like enough.

This is one of my local Kookies grinning on my door step.

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