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The Lodge Logo

No more roles. No more rules. Just you.

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Remarkable & Numb

You did what was asked.
You kept your promises.
You toed the line.
You built a name, a house, a future.

You provided.
You delivered.
You made yourself useful.

And now that it’s finally quiet,
you don’t know who the hell you are anymore.

There’s a job.
A partner, maybe.
A family that’s well cared for, but doesn’t really know you.
A relationship that’s drifting or already gone.

You sit at the table and feel alone.
You go through the motions, but you don’t feel a thing.
You win, but it doesn’t feed you.


You show up but it’s like someone else is wearing your skin.

There’s a voice in you; low, relentless

that asks:
If I stop working what would be left?

That voice isn’t weakness.
It’s the only part of you that hasn’t lied.

And it’s tired.

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Welcome to The Lodge

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This isn't Therapy.

This isn't a Coaching Program 

You’re not here to perform.

You’re not here to be fixed.

You’re not here to prove you’re still a good man.

 

The Lodge is not soft.

It’s not polished. It’s not curated.

It’s a place to unravel it all - privately.

 

This is a reckoning.

With your silence.

With your hardness.

With the cost of being who they needed instead of who you were.

 

There is quiet here.

Not the meditative kind.

The kind that corners you.

The kind that tastes like rust in your mouth.

The kind that shows you what you haven’t touched in years. And in that quiet, something feral starts to move.

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Notes from The Lodge

Join me in pondering curious questions—reply with your own, and let’s explore together.

Whispers from the Other Side

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What it Actually Takes

This is not always safe work.
It’s not easy work. But it’s yours.
It will not ask for the polished version of you.

It will press on what you’ve avoided.
It will surface what you’ve silenced.
It will ask you questions you won’t want to answer.

And when you do answer
you won’t sound like yourself.
You’ll sound like the part of you that hasn’t had a voice in decades.

Engagement here doesn’t mean showing up perfectly.
It means cracking open.

It means sitting with a question before you reply.
It means agreeing while your hands shake.
It means walking into the next room of your life without armor on.

This work is raw.
It’s intrusive.
And it’s not built for everyone.

But if you’re still reading,
there’s a part of you that’s ready for it.

CONSIDERATIONS

"Has passion or pleasure ever replaced rage?"

Sample Provocation

Have you ever felt too much pleasure?

NOTES FROM THE LODGE

"When are you procrastinating and when are you alchemizing?

Are You Ready?

Join me in pondering curious questions—reply with your own, and let’s explore together.

This is personal. 

Your information will remain private and confidential at all times. You will not receive marketing messages or newsletters. Respond when called too. Cancel anytime.

Sometimes resolve can be found in simple storytelling. I am always here to witness and hold on to it with you. to challenge you if needed or to ask deeper questions. In other words, you are invited to reply and I will too. 

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Who Responds?

I’ve spent more than twenty years sitting beside what most people avoid. Grief. Regret. The silence that comes when a man has everything and still feels nothing.

I’ve worked in hospice.
I’ve worked with leaders.
I’ve worked with men who could sell the world
but couldn’t tell you what they wanted.

This isn’t coaching.
It’s a rite of passage disguised as a conversation.
The kind most men never get.
Not because they don’t need it
but because they’ve spent a lifetime proving they don’t.

This is ceremony without incense.
This is ritual without an audience.
This is what happens when silence becomes sacred.

No one claps.
Nothing gets posted.

You just walk back into your life
as someone who didn’t run.

If that stirs something in you—
even if you don’t understand it—
that’s enough.

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