Another year is over. A new one begins.
I’m writing this as the sun is setting on the first day of 2026. It’s a romantic time to watch the sky fill with colour. There’s a satisfying intensity to it.
Thoughts in my head.
Dreams in my heart.
What to do with the energy!
Purpose. I’m rereading a great book, Iron John by Robert Bly. It’s on Men and Masculinity and the truth is, in the last century, we’ve been hollowed out.
We are looking for guidance.
We search for meaning.
We have lost a sense of community, particularly men. Masculine spaces are systematically being taken over by women and politics as at the heart of it.
Everything must be equal, nothing can be exclusive. Exclusive is meeeean. You aren’t allowed to say “No.”
We look to places we can convene but it feels like there are long distances between everything. And you may say this is because I have left the city and moved back to the country. Indeed, no. When I was in London, there was a vast pointless to it all. Nothing stuck, nothing lasted, people weren’t willing to invest.
It could be we’re at a point of more hermitage, more individual spiritual musing, a sharper focus on finding the handful of men that want to progress peacefully and prosperously and the likelihood that we’ll be mocked for it.
Who knows?
Old structures seem derelict and neglected.
It’s up to us to revive the inner King of our psyches, charging ahead in battle, providing example.