A weekly field note from whatever is alive for me right now — communication, miscommunication, patterns I can’t stop noticing, astrology, psychology, or the sticky stuff we bump into as humans.

It changes because I do. (I see you, my airy moon.) Some weeks it’s grounding. Some weeks it’s confronting. Some weeks it simply names what you’ve been sensing but couldn’t put words to.

It’s not just my field notes — it’s an invitation for you to explore, reflect, and interact with the world of Inner Cynosure: intimate gatherings, small containers, one-on-one sessions, and sacred travel. You’ll hear about these first, before they reach social media or public events.

I evolve. You evolve. This space evolves.
If that rhythm feels steady and intriguing rather than chaotic, come slosh around in the cauldron with us.