Jungle Journalling. And 33% off Spring sale 🍃 💫

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And an excerpt from my journal after arriving back in Thailand…

The grass is greener where it’s been allowed to rain:

I can only hear the jungle hum once I’ve stepped away from it—and returned.

It’s not background noise today. It’s frontground life: expressing all its aliveness and inviting me to do the same.

I hear more heartbreaking world news as thunder claps over the horizon, breaking itself into the ocean—inviting me to do the same.

Momentarily, it mirrors my inner world.

I watch the Moken kids enthusiastically grabbing a puppy who’s had enough and growls a soft “no”—inviting me to do the same.

The island doesn’t hold back. It expresses, in any way it needs—storms, fury, waves… And then, once it’s ready, it returns to its natural calm. Only once it’s ready. And it won’t be ready until it’s out.

I get it. This is the time in existence for Art. There’s a desperation to express. Feelings have been floods in recent years.

And today—floods roll in with weighted feelings, as climate change hits hard…

Devastation heightens the urgency to connect with emotion,

to feel it fully—so it can be freed. And art does that.

It says:

“Come on. Dive into this one. Put your whole heart in it. Let it devour you—

all of you— fully, here and now. And then stop. It’s finished now. Let go of it.”

Maybe afterwards, you won’t like how the painting looks,

how the song sounds, or how the cake tastes… But that doesn’t matter, because in that moment, you held it— and embraced it with such grace, that it could then be set free.

And that kind of freedom lives in the same place—just above the heart— as the feeling of watching sunlight strike hibiscus flowers dancing by the water, surrounded by every shade of green, every shape of leaf, every possible critter chatter, in this vivid jungle paradise.

The elation that comes from seeing nature in its full force of expression and life.

Over here, the grass is greener where it’s just been watered— where nature allowed itself to rain. And over here, the wild nature invites us to do the same