And Love
I write about what happens when the search for meaning meets the mess of everyday life.
For years I tried to fix myself — meditation, yoga, self-help, back to meditation, discipline, fasting, even silence became a pursuit. It seems obvious now, but the harder I pushed, the louder the questions became.
What if there isn’t a finish line, or even a start line?
What if love is what’s left when the striving stops?
And Love is where I explore that question. These letters are part reflection, part experiment — glimpses of what it’s like to live inside a thinking, feeling body and still believe there’s something luminous underneath it all.
And then there’s the other side — the Shit. The messy, unglamorous stuff we’d rather not admit, even to ourselves. The slow dawning realisation that, even with fairly low expectations, I still manage to fall short of them spectacularly and often.
You’ll find essays on attention, surrender, creativity, and the quiet work of being human. Some are personal, some poetic, all written in the hope that they might slow you down enough to hear your own thoughts again.
If that sounds like the kind of company you need, pull up a chair. There’s space here for doubt, wonder, and everything in between.
— David
