Unspeakable realness

Working on a book as a slow, singular creative focus brings me home to a pace and a place of unspeakable realness.

Beyond all the seductions of quick offerings, become louder, continual growth according to the scale of ‘more’... there is a field I have been making myself at home in.

Peace, relaxation, unhurriedness, bathing in true abundance, enough, complete and utter realness.

It is beyond the trance of deficiency that is so, so loud right now. Particularly in the online business space.

You know the one.

Quantum leap. Quadruple your income each month. $800k in a week, oops! Now it’s $800k in a millisecond.

It’s the consciousness where ‘enough’ doesn’t exist. If we can create absolutely anything, then why don’t we?

It’s the consciousness that has prioritised speed and the total collapse of time over the long lost arts of ‘I went away and made this, I was nobody and nothing, I wasn’t being praised and I didn’t talk about it everyday.’

It’s a consciousness that is having a field day with the discovery of quantum mechanics, but isn’t the one to teach about the restful place that truly knows no urgency, no deficiency, a home that isn’t adorned in status and significance.  

I know the trance of deficiency so well.  I spent years in it.
I started earning 7 figures a year back in 2014.
After years, and years, of wildly abundant income, flying private, owning homes paid in cash…. Something in me still always felt like I was missing something.
I had anything I could’ve ever wanted except what I wanted most…. The experience of truly relaxing into my life, receiving it all, learning the fine art of enough, the slow walk home to what is real.

I’ve been taking that long slow walk home to what is real for a while now… and the further I walk, the more clearly I lovingly see how much of it is artificial. X

Words from my new book (says me, giddy). X