The Luminous Web
Stories, Strategy, and Soul for the New Economy
I was driving along the coast of Maine when I noticed something shift in me. The fog moved softly through the trees, and there was a quiet sense of presence in ...
Lately, I’ve been tangled in the weeds—strategy, structure, timelines, metrics, spreadsheets.
All the unsexy bits of the work I do.
Necessary, yes—but rarely nour...
I keep thinking I’ve lost the thread.
I sit down to write, and nothing comes.
Not the vision, not the clarity, not the spark.
Just this quiet ache in my chest—th...
I came to the Hudson River on retreat—because I was feeling a little lost. My ideas had slowed. My spark had dimmed. I didn’t know what was next—for myself, or ...
but they forgot to mention
dirt is where the mycelium sings.
where seeds dream in the dark.
where god got on her knees and played.
where our ancestors buried thei...
In my last piece, I shared the story of an eagle I encountered on the side of the road—regal, still, standing over a bed of carrion. She appeared as an omen for...