21/04/2026
I think about this a lot.
How we inherited a wellness culture that handed us tools for the self and called it healing.
Watching how wellness became another performance. Another thing to get right. Better sleep, better boundaries, better frequency. The body as a project. The soul, somehow, also a project.
And I don’t say this to dismiss any of it. This world of practice gave many of us something real. It gave us language for our experience, tools for our nervous systems, permission to take ourselves seriously.
But I believe it also told us that if we were in pain, the answer was deeper inside us. More self-awareness. More inner work. More refinement of the self.
What if some of what we’re carrying isn’t a personal failing at all? What if it’s the ache of genuine disconnection from each other? (and ultimately from Nature)
I have noticed, in myself and the people I work with, something that no amount of inner work seems to reach. This ache of a system, an intelligence that knows it was built for something more porous and interconnected than the life most of us are actually living.
We optimised inward. We forgot to tend outward.
And I wonder sometimes if the most radical act available to us right rather than another layer of self-inquiry is the terrifying, utterly unglamorous work of letting ourselves need each other again.
What would your practice look like if it was preparation for that? If every session, every moment of hard-won self-awareness was pointing you back toward the people around you?
I don’t have a clean answer although I do have an idea :)
But I think those kind of questions are worth living inside for a while.