12/08/2026
I wrote this essay today, in a moment when several threads I’ve been thinking about seemed to converge at once: the strange theatre unfolding above us, the words of the Gospel of John, the question of unconditional love, and an old childhood memory of my father reading The Blue Bird to me before I went to sleep.
I started wondering whether some of the things we spend our lives searching for, love, God, meaning, home, light, are not things we eventually find, but things we slowly learn to recognise and integrate.
And perhaps that is why I wrote What If Love Is the Force That Moves Everything?
It moves between the cosmic and the intimate, between science and symbolism, childhood and adulthood, darkness and illumination. At its centre is a question I keep returning to: what if unconditional love is not something another person gives us, but a force already present within us, something we remember how to become?
There is something beautifully fitting about publishing it now. A planetary gathering. An eclipse. Stars falling through the night. The universe is not necessarily sending us personalised messages, but us human beings have always looked upward when trying to understand what is happening within.
And sometimes the outer world gives us a language for the inner one. 🌌
Read the essay, or listen to the audio version while walking, travelling, cooking, or simply looking at the sky. Link in bio.
🎧 Put your headphones on and take it with you.
