Through a serendipitous series of events, I found myself in Tokyo for a packed three-day trip. Between giving a talk at Keio University and attending events, it was incredibly difficult to quiet my racing mind. Yet, amidst the rush, I found unexpected moments of inner peace—an hour at a local tea shop, Sunday mass at a nearby church, and a perfect bowl of cold udon. None of this was planned. I’ve found that the simple desire to be quiet, combined with letting things happen, s

Brutal patina, texture and love

What does drawing skeletons have to do with love? More than you think.

Hard to start journaling? Pick up a pencil. Not a pen. Not an app. A pencil. It’s the most forgiving tool you’ll ever hold. It lets you say the wrong thing first, then gently take it back. No shame. No permanence. Just the quiet invitation to try again.