i have a fascination with and a deep sense of commitment to people who are lost, imprisoned, or dying in their own lives.
who, despite their best efforts, feel deeply disconnected from their own selves and the world around them; who are brave enough to walk into the unknown and either find for the first time or reestablish a connection with themselves and the life they are living. this journey may involve a reconstitution of both their inner and outer worlds, and this is the work, these are the connections i live for.
one of my favorite things in life is being in the company of others. i like people, and I have an innate curiosity about them and their lives. some see beauty in nature, i see it in people.
i’m a serial migrant; a shepherd of selves, a weaver of worlds. i love being a stranger in a strange land – exploring, sensing, feeling it; trying to make sense of it, or not. immersive, high stakes encounters with the unmapped and the uncharted bring out the best in me.
i live for the unexpected and the unanticipated, and feel most alive in the unknown. i love listening to myself through the world, and being an ear through which others hear themselves and the world around them.
i have devoted myself obsessively to understanding my own condition and the condition of others. i have a fascination with things difficult.
i love love, i love intimacy; in conversation, i find both.
shall we talk?