I threw up an essay yesterday, called Butterflies – it’s about living with guided intention, and it started in 2013. I polished it up and it turns out to not be a turd. I’m really just giving this essay to friends i know will appreciate it, and throwing it up here for you cats to kick around. I feel guided to not be selling writing for a while – self-publishing to a small discerning audience is the only way forward. So here we go, butterflies.