‍12 June 1992. Bristol, England, United Kingdom.

…the meat of the question

Who am I?

conscripted to the reflex of a name
an age,
place, race, title…

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Increasingly I tend to practices in which I notice & nurture natural rhythm, simple beauty, reverence. I am still learning to love in a way I am proud of. Connection to self is many times severed; I deeply enjoy my return.

Oh I like space & time & remembering I’m alive. The frequency of bass. I consciously revisit themes of threshold / embodiment / agency / reciprocity / truth.

I really like snails, nuance & the rain.
I am forever learning my way.

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You might read more on my yogic history here
& more of my writing is here