We probably met out in the world.

This site isn't advertised anywhere — if you're here, we crossed paths, or someone trusted you with it.

I invest for a living, and I keep the whole record in the open — real positions, real reasoning, weekly and unedited. Getting here was a long road, most of it hard. What it built wasn't only a return. It was room: space inside to show up for people, and to enjoy the rest of my life.

performance history → / holdings & calendar → / my story →

Here is what I do with that room, in the places where we meet. Not a business — the overflow of a life that now has space in it.

Relational space. A quiet place to look honestly at what a connection has been trying to make possible in you.
Massage. Two decades of hands-on work; the fee goes straight to the community we share.
Yoga. Fifteen years of quiet practice — public classes may come, if the need arises, an invitation to meet the cycles of life with rhythm and grace.

Take whatever serves you here and if we're meant to be mates, I'll see you out on a trail, on the water, or somewhere down the road for the deeper conversations.

I've found I live and love more fully when life flows through me. No kinks, no knots from the ten thousand things, the drama of man and woman, self and world. But while I have walked with many through their own Night, I too am not above getting tangled. And so if you should find me folded or unwinding still, ask me what shape acceptance is taking today. Everything is just as it should be. And what do we want to make of it, together?