I just wanna make you love yourself

I speak many languages
like the words you don’t say
the things you tuck in-between the lines
but the only language I wanna speak forever is that of the stars
so I can seduce you
into your own galaxy

I just wanna make you love yourself
I just wanna show you
the magnificence of the untouchable
lights inside you
I just wanna see you set free
like outer space
explored but never owned
familiar, like coming home
every night
but too limitless to be
ever truly known

lemme be your astro-chiropractor.
lemme guide you inside so you don’t be looking somewhere else.

now booking 1:1 for October


when horizon is a feeling, an experience, a longing. when horizon never means the edge of open landscape, instead meaning the edges of an open heart. horizon as unbelievable, a conceptual training ground for those with no trust in possibility. when the approach of summer is the only horizon worth waiting for.

the horizons we make for ourselves. the horizons given to us. the horizons that never come. horizons as a place you make home in when you’ve never really known the feeling. the experiment of trust as a horizon, something visible but not yet here, maybe never reachable. the horizon as the place the sun makes love in the evening & gives birth in the morning.

horizons as learning curves that just lead to other learning curves. horizons as the people, places, & things that bring us hope. that teach us vision. that show us how to love the future with as much devotion as it’s taken us to be where we are now.

for more on horizons as places of experiences & containers of being, join me for Houses: a Workshop on Where Life Happens.