In June 2020, my life broke in a way no design brief prepared me for.
A car crash. Traumatic brain injury. A broken neck and months in a brace. Nearly a year in a wheelchair. CRPS pain in my right foot that has yet to fully leave. And a slow, disorienting realization that the man who woke up in that hospital was not the man who was going to walk out.
I spent twenty-five years designing things for other people. Then one day my life broke — and I had to learn how to design myself again.
What followed wasn't a straight line back to who I was. It was something stranger and more useful: a slow, deliberate process of listening — to the body, to intuition, to the version of me that hadn't shown up yet. I used every tool I had. Design thinking. Visualization. Breathwork. VR nature immersions I built for myself. Meditation. Creativity. And eventually, real forests.
That process became a method. This site is where it lives.