In The Love Lane – Summer Solstice 2025

The collective is creaking under the immense pressure of humanity’s evolution and its return to oneness. What separates us isn’t just war or conflict—it’s how often we misread or overlook what’s really going on inside our people. I see the light. I believe it’s entirely obtainable. We can reach a place where individuals know peace within themselves. The micro always mirrors the macro. And while the macro may be bombing and blowing itself apart, the micro is the war inside our hearts and bodies—still holding the kinetic memory of deep, ancient trauma.

Many souls have gone underground, buried beneath layers of adaptation, masking, and wounding.

But I believe in love. I believe in overcoming. I believe the soul is entitled to it. Maybe that’s why we’re here. I know it’s why I’m here—to learn and understand the depths of healing. You could call it my life’s work. Through the lens of alchemy, I see this fragmentation—this illusion of separation—as one of the great modern afflictions. In this Western world, we’ve been taught to go it alone.

But I imagine another way: a tribal remembrance, a place where instead of only talking or analyzing, we sing and dance, we shake and plunge into rivers, and in doing so we meet God. We remember Source. We remember that we belong.

May all broken hearts heal.
May every soul find its purpose in this lifetime.
May those who chose to come here receive what they came for.

As for me, I will strive to hold love as the highest good. I will stay committed to working on myself so I can be an ally, a friend, a listener, a shoulder—for anyone who seeks one. It takes constant self-inventory to stay grounded and in integrity. I am not above that. I, too, stumble. I, too, forget. I have failed many in my life.

Still I vow this: I am here to be the best I can be, not the most perfect, not the most enlightened—just deeply human, devoted, and open.

To all lovers of love: stay in your lane of love. It is never a waste. It is never wrong. It just is. And so it will remain.

You are loved. You are held—by Creator, by Mother Earth, and by the beating heart of this beautiful, messy human experience.