Hello Truth Seeker. Yes, you there!

It was my mother who named me, you see.  I was no more than four remembering the moment she told me that it was she who had chosen my name Alice.  She sounded like a proclamation was coming.  My mother had this voice a Reverend Mother would envy in the solidness of her conviction.

I remember the moment looking up at her.  My mother was a big round woman.  She looked so tall to me then, dressed in slip-on white shoes, light golden nylons, a dark blue pencil skirt that started from just below the knee and rose up into a pale colored knit pullover, the exact weave hazy with time to me now.  A thin golden chain with a heart locket given to her by my father hung from her neck and rested on her large maternal chest.  Her arms hung powerfully around her, strong and protective.  Her hair was dark and cut in a style wave, fashionable back then, and I watched her with curiosity and anticipation like someone stares at a Jenny Savile painting, a portrait so gigantically sized at an angle a child can wonder and hold in their memory a lifetime later.

I sat at the foot of her on the burgundy bright Persian carpet she had decorated our living room with and then I remember standing up because in me there was a question for this giant that anchored my world like Jack looking up at a beanstalk, the top of which would come a golden goose answer.

"Why is my name Alice?” I asked.

I saw the expression on her face beam a little as if this was a moment that had come round the corner unexpectedly yet patiently anticipated.  My mother had that way of grounding everything in some instinctive knowing something would happen before it did and then triumphantly chuckle confirming her own delight disclaiming it as a given in that:  “Your mother knows everything.” It was as if her mother had somehow once said the same to her and now it was her turn.  It was not to boast (well maybe a little), though for me it was reassuring she somehow knew - like the toddler who wanders away yet secure in knowing mum is not far away. It was like a wireless antenna - invisible yet there.  Her presence emitted a certainty she had my back in some greater context of my life I wasn’t even aware of yet. 

In my teenage years I’d rebel with such veracity at everything she represented.  At three almost four however I was 100 percent on board with openly mapping my existence direct and unequivocally from its source. I remember trying to climb up her leg like she was a tree trunk and while she slid me off to the side I persisted, asking my question again.

“Mummy, whhhhy am I called Alice?”

I remember her face opening fully towards me and looking down smiling proudly:  “I wanted you to be called Alice because the name Alice means truth”.

I remember the timestamp it printed in my body and I remember I stared at her a fews moment before blinking.  It landed as something important but I had no idea what truth actually meant. It was the first time I had heard the word and searching for a clue I noted the tone of how my mother said it.  It certainly sounded like I’d been given some great honor so I quickly logged that as a good thing only to be followed a moment later with a sense of nervous expectation and confusion about this.

My mother would underscore it matter of factly as truth being a principle to live up to; that it was important to always tell the truth, a concept I would only later discover that in order to tell the truth you must first seek it and in a way that day I had.

And so you see that day felt like a baptism into the journey into the truth - a truth seeker.

Now my guess is as a truth seeker too you might be as curious as me.

So how about we explore this together… and see what we discover.

I agree to write to you about things I’m exploring that you might find curiously interesting - things that might be small yet really important - so important they might even change how you experience your life from now on and in ways that help you be closer on your own journey of truth seeking.

I come by my findings honestly and by way of actually living into some of these discoveries, some have come through deep reflections, my writings, and some from my practice as a facilitator and an advisor, co-creating discoveries together.  Others still come from my explorations through my oeuvre as a visual artist.  Some have been passed on by the sages before me and others shared as wisdom handed down like secrets to living a more conscious existence.  All of these threads weave into my world and serve to deepen these explorations into expanding my own conscious evolution and unfolding me further on my journey as a truth seeker.

These letters to you are written with no AI and as my mother gave me - they come direct from the source as in coming from yours truly (pun intended).

I will also ask of you here and there to dive deeper into your own reflections and so you’ll find an invitation or two to explore with me and hopefully evolve in your own way as this is intended here to inspire you.

If you want a deeper conversation, advice around a particular topic personal to you, or even learn a practice or a few, I am delighted to connect with you and schedule a time.  More on that here >>.

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Love

Alice