I keep my podcast queue updated and my playlists in rotation. Whether I’m taking a trip to Ikea or humming down 85 South to Orlando on a whim, the destination isn’t important: the need for motion, to remind myself forward is a gift and that I take up sacred space in this world, is the call to shift gears.

What the Saturn Return brings, let no BS put asunder. Some people blaze a new trail of understanding in your life. When you meet, you discover you have similar laughs and senses of humor. You learn from one another and embrace their family as they’ve embraced yours. I sat down with a bowl of the best ramen in the city to chop it up with the Sauce Lord himself.

Do the destined get to mourn, to grieve, to have doubts, to say the subconscious part outloud, to follow the intrusive thoughts just to the edge?