I’m starting again. From zero.
Nothing is wrong.
It’s just time.
If I said I created this to fix you, I’d be lying.
If I said I created this to sell you something, I’d be lying.
If I said I created this to give you somewhere you don’t have to be anything other than what you are — that would be true.
But who are you?
Are you the pain life handed you?
Are you the ego that came with your body?
Are you a spirit in a meat suit?
What’s your truth?
What brought you here?
What were you looking for?
I’ve been looking, too.
For a place without rules.
Without algorithms.
Somewhere I could write freely — when and how I wanted — without expectation.
A place where I don’t owe anyone anything but truth, sometimes.
I created The Stillhouse to hold what didn’t belong anywhere else.
Now I’m creating this — a more public space. A different kind of doorway.
One where I still won’t follow the rules.
I won’t promise you things.
I’ll just share. When and how I feel called to.
What will I share?
Thoughts. Fragments. Poetry.
Truth as I see it.
Philosophy. Spirituality.
And whatever else wanders through the open door.
It may not be perfect.
It won’t be on a schedule.
But it will be real.
It will be deep.
And it will be mine.
Join if you’re called.
Stay if you feel it.
Leave if you don’t.
You’re free here.
Love to all,
Della