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Cody Derrick Real Estate Team Inc., 645 E South Temple, Salt Lake City, UT (2026)

08/09/2026

Hi friends. For anyone who may also be on this pathless path of our own rogue homebound journey… Some thoughts this morning. With love. Hope you are well, wherever you are.

I remember when I wanted to be out of my body. It was gross to believe what my religion taught me to be.

At a distance.

So far from the center of Self is a cruel plan, to keep us coming back. Not to our own heart. Or breath. Or beauty.

Our handsome nature outsourced and pleading for the priest to perform the miracles, already happening.

No church or garment can make more sacred what is happening naked in a field of our own Becoming.

But even our bishops were made to believe that men are made from mortal hands placed from outside in.

So who’s to blame for this cycle of sin.

Stagnant stewards where water and wind could flow.

And fire.

We live within.

Our own Nature mirrored and named, we are Holy.

Of Holies. Say ha. And inhale back again.

This bell. Our breath. Always ringing is God.

And the tone of silence is too.

And the pain and scare it shakes free, also.

And the bliss we are, in here.

Our temple.

This Home we shine through.

Is sacred.

We don’t just return here for shelter, alone.

We find everything alive from the mountains to the trees to each other, from the inside.

Protected by our very own bones.

Welcome. Welcome. Welcome.

Home.

08/09/2026

I remember when I wanted to be out of my body. It was gross to believe what my religion taught me to be.

At a distance.

So far from the center of Self is a cruel plan, to keep us coming back. Not to our own heart. Or breath. Or beauty.

Our handsome nature outsourced and pleading for the priest to perform the miracles, already happening.

No church or garment can make more sacred what is happening naked in a field of our own Becoming.

But even our bishops were made to believe that men are made from mortal hands placed from outside in.

So who’s to blame for this cycle of sin.

Stagnant stewards where water and wind could flow. And do.

We live within.

Our own Nature mirrored and named, we are Holy.

Of Holies. Say ha. And inhale back again.

This bell. Our breath. Always ringing is god.

And the tone of silence is too.

And the pain and scare it shakes free, also.

And the bliss we are, in here.

Our temple.

This home we shine through.

Is sacred.

We don’t just return here for shelter, alone.

We find everything alive from the mountains to the trees to each other, from the inside.

Protected by our very own bones.

Welcome. Welcome. Welcome.

Home.

08/02/2026

The garden of Eden was never something that happened in the past.

Like any myth, its paradox is that it wasn’t something that actually happened: more importantly, it is indeed something that is happening all the time.

Right now. In our bodies. In our breath. Our minds are choosing whether or not we eat the fruit.

We are the tree.

Our spines vine is ripe with juice.

Our nutrients don’t just come from feet grounded in this life. But from the knowledge that our home is also currently in the heavens.

Soil and sunlight talk to each other through these bodies we are. Deep inside the garden walls are so many other creatures.

The amount of life in the abyss of us is scientifically astonishing. How many systems of correspondence coordinating, from our butts to our brains we are sustained by multitudes.

Of life.

Multiple agendas. Competition for cosmic survival inside these universes under our skin. Between our bones. Rows and rows of ribs. Weeds and greens and gods worth tending.

All in us.

And senses. Sight and fight or flight responses. We are wild and tamed and treason.

Our character is constructed in the sanctuary of home that started before we took our first breath. Before our mom did. Before grandpa and fragrance, our essence came to be. Seed. Free. Radicals. Ready to fruit.

We’ve been known by ourselves before our bodies took root in this world. We are starry eyes and glowing from the inside out. Our bodies beacon home our own returning birds of flight.

Less lost now than ever.

Finally.

We re-member our selves. One part at a time. And culminate. Created strong.

Swimming through the rings of our own trunk. Both down and in. Up and out. We swirl. An image already done. Brilliant. Blooming. Noble and strong.

I am like we all are, flowers on the fruit tree of eternity. Making food. In an orchard. As Eve. And yang.

A spiral and a line. A shape and a mist. And a movement. Inside stillness. We merge miracles from our moods and our mud.

I don’t need a religion to know the stories of God. When She’s alive and breathing. Inside my own body.

Home is where the heart is.

And she’s pretty.

06/05/2026

Hi friends.

I tend to have a tender heart this time of year, for the thousands, millions of folks, families, who have lost their gay loved ones. Death is always an early option for q***r folks, especially when raised religious. Or in otherwise conservative states. Societies don’t always welcome our gifts and different ways of expressing God. So when I see the flags, I’m happy for the support and the friendship and the progress. And of course I wonder how the moms are doing who lost their sons. The dads who lost their daughters. Grandparents have heavy hearts too. And siblings all over the land are left, when our communities can’t figure out how to care for all beings, everywhere, and without exception.

Knowing that the festivities these coming weekends may be wonderful for many of us at different seasons of our lives and for different reasons, but for some bodies, not wanting to party, I just wanted say, I stand in solidarity with you too. So many of us gay folks as well as lovers and family and friends of the ones who we have lost have turned to the distractions that pacify us. To the booze or the blame or the fill in the blank. But it’s ok to be enraged, to be depressed, to be in denial, and grief and confusion in the face of loss— in the face of what little the world has actually offered a group of kind hearted creatives that are here for the healing of a collective gone crazy.

So, however you are and whoever you are, if pride month is a good thing for you, go get it girl, right there with you, for sure. And if it’s not that, this time, I’m with you too. For anyone devastated from the death of your loved ones, or the loss of joy in their eyes for now, I’m sorry. I know it hurts. And whether the people we love are still embodied or to this life, lost, we can be in a practice of loving kindness— compassion, for all. No matter what the circumstances, I hope we can all find healing, where suffering is over shadowing the calm.

A small group of us are going to gather tomorrow in solidarity. A late morning meditation for anyone wanting to be in a prayerful, heart centered space together. Ping me. All are welcome. Sad. Glad. Or breaking.

Happy pride.

05/03/2026

Hi. Here we are.
Waking up.

Wisdom comes, when we welcome it. How often do we sit and say to ourselves, and the cosmos around us, “show me”.

The great I Am that we all are is in its revealing phase. The world is un******ng. And what we see is what we are.

How sweet the words of creation,
(as unkind as they may often seem) depend a lot on what is happening, in us.

Thank god for the voices of our indigenous teachers, elders who point toward the north, and south, the east, the west and the elements that correspond. We have air and fire, as male as male can be. Water and earth, thank you mother, forever. And the cross, this up and down and side to side, balanced so beautifully in all our myths on crosses. Pointing out and in, a yang and yin. We spark at the center of these teachings.

Life synonymous with love, we are, this.

And we emanate. Star, light. And sweet darkness just outside of that bright, fusion cools the space around us, we call her moon. Not one, but a whole phase of slices and slivers keeping us shadowed from the burning heat of dad.

There is so much we have forgotten about who and what and why we are. Creation in the making and made perfect in the image of a solar system sounding itself harmonious through the instrument of us. Each Being a voice in this symphony fine tuning ourselves free. Dissonance is dissolving as we quiet ourselves and listen. Silence inside us makes room for the right tune. We can hear ourselves off, or on. Alignment through our spines happens as we stop lying about what this life is.

A miracle. A cosmic magnum opus.

Space breaks in the light of our inner standing.

These bodies are beautiful. All of them. Vessels for the bright. Braving the night and getting up every morning to honor the dawn that wakes through us.

We sparkle and spin and find home in these dirt made tabernacles of life infused flesh. We are so small in our dumbness. Veiled creatures still remembering we are not what we think we are. Big is not large enough a container to persuade another creature of truth to find comfort in the galaxies resting under the lids of our infinite eyes.

So, we close them more often, and say.

“I desire to see, Me.”

04/19/2026

It seems less easy to watch our own growth than it is to see someone else’s.

And what an absolute miracle to witness our friends and families changing. Softening and strengthening, spines upright toward heaven. And down, in the ground.

And what a mess it all is. The pathless path of the heart is as varied as the day is long. But it’s also the exact same, in the end. We are all finding how big life is. How grand and grueling and kind, growing can be.

But here’s the calm in the storm. No other body can be in the work with us or for us. And, there is also not a single body doing this alone. We have moms everywhere. Fathers in our field. A frequency of compassion at every turn that only our abuelos and abuelas (and every ‘average’ interaction in our day to day) can hold.

We have made our way through a portal. Still living. Against so many odds, and we are not all struggle and strife.

I see beauty. And balls. A commitment in the people around me to living, that humbles my resolve to steward the awakening in everyone I love.

Including in me.

We all have a divine double. Spoken of by Plato and Jesus and all of them. A mirror. A reflection. A self higher than our persona that seeks an understanding and reunion, with a version of us that is more real, ever present, and synced with a Source that we all share. However it is we unite ourselves with the truth— by letting go of illusions, or dropping insane beliefs, by healing the vessel and braving our bodies storms— one way or another, we wake up to a clear vision of separateness as a nightmare. We place a hand on our heart and comfort the whole world with a calm that claims itself synced with every other breathing Being.

And we realize, if the folks around us are as great as we think they are, as bold and spirited as we feel them to be, something must be happening in us too. And in our pets. And stones. In the ether, the water, the flames that boil us into the v***r of better living, we are not in Kansas anymore. We are in courage.

And kindness. And care.

In love.

Still.

Deep bow to you, friends. This is so real. And I’m so glad you’re here.

We’re,

here.

03/15/2026

Hi Friends.

For anyone wondering if anything will ever change. If knowing the dark truths of a world gone nuts will encourage a shift. A dramatic enough wake up to reorient our lives.

The answer is simple.

It already has.

We cannot help but be transformed in the face of knowing others are suffering. But before there is change there is a reckoning in the body. The psyche. The heart. When we face the reality of injustice and depraved ugliness toward life, we feel it. We lose our minds. We scream and cry at the feet of trees. We wail from mountain tops and listen with absolute stillness to every witness and victim who is willing to tell us the truths of their experience in this world.

And after days or decades of expressing our rage and telling our friends and foes, families, leaders and churches (anyone who will listen to the tales of sick lives, insane people crime-ing against humanity), we become drained of shock and disbelief and turn our energy toward change. To help. To hold. To action. We tend to the garden of hurt hearts. We become flooded with compassion and we change how we work, how we breathe, how we serve. Our duty is different after knowing the truth.

Love is not blind. All beings discarded by the world are seen through the lens of our transformed hearts. When more eyes open to the injustices happening all around us, the strength in numbers is not exponentially human. It is incomprehensibly Divine. We are holy together. Strong. Clear. Resolved. On behalf of each other, we stand and salute the simple spark of life in one another. And where there is pain, we digest it.

Unafraid we take in the suffering perspective of survivors.

When we truly understand the darkness and refuse to fear it, love and courage remain. Life benefits from our change. Our broken hearts healed, bursting with a warriors resolve— we will change the world. *Are changing the world.

And everyday there are more of us who not only know the schemes of the oppressors, but who have been changed by the truth. Our lives transmuted. And we are millions. In every nation. On every land. The majority.

Humanities children will be free.

As we choose to see.
And change,
accordingly.

02/01/2026

Hello friends.

Feels like a good time to return to some basics as we all continue to synthesize all this, everything.

When we gather up the teachings from ancient and now wisdom, one thing is always true. We as humans, and animals and earth, share an essence. A life force that makes up our soul in common. And our job is to be in touch with our own portion enough, to also know and respect it in others.

But not just intellectually. By experience. When we follow our intuition powered by the heart, remembering our larger collaboration with life itself, it’s that very force that guides us. We get in the mix. The substance. At least more often. Following our guts while understanding we are connected with all things. A new shared language emerges as we get to know each other within that source.

An honest recognition.

In these insane times, the sanity in each of us is a stable offering to the field. So as best we can we find our center and let our selves be influenced by this source that wants the wellbeing for all. Because it is the all. And we let ourselves out of the box of separateness. And see each other. As one life veiled in all these forms.

If we want to think beyond borders, we must be beyond borders. What if love reigned supreme in us, and traveled out in all directions. Even for a moment. A freedom call for the soul we share. For the kids in all countries. For the elders. For all artists everywhere. For all mothers. All imprisoned. What if we included the all more often, in our own perceived identity. Seeing individuals as part of our same extended self. Shared soul work. What if we simply started allowing the ripples of our miraculous hearts to not draw boundaries around certain folks, intending all things to receive our frequency of care.

Yes there is darkness, but our power lies in our ability to birth the light. And we all are.

Placing palms on the ground is a good practice. Feeling our friends hearts is a good practice. Grief tending, good practice. And aligning with the shared power of our collective soul and choosing to influence it with the noble love of our steady hearts — that’s survival.

And we intend to.

01/11/2026

I remember when I thought god lived outside the soil. Was a man. And didn’t breathe through trees. It was only a few decades ago that I thought following rules would get me to a family in a place called heaven, somewhere outside my body. That natural laws were given to me by a bishop or a principal or professor, and not something that gave birth to me in every breath— a moral code contained in the cosmos, and my blood.

Depression and addiction and a drive to save others comes from a system that tells us that we need to be saved. Love and peace and integrity come from knowing we already are. When we transform our base desires into the fuel for a journey of self discovery and experience-filled wisdom, we spark gifts for the world around us. We see others also on paths of discovery toward communities where everyone who cares for life, is welcome.

Body loving believers in the beauty of existence have taught us through countless sages that every last teaching shows us a path from the ground to the crown. In us. A movement in man. A wisdom. A force. A balancing of power in man. Through our own bones and our own brain. Organs of light show us treasures in the spine and the mind. Our mother and father, two sides to the same strand of genes that flow our ancestors toward each other as we hug and love our neighbors. When we break through the veil in our own cells, life is no longer a prison. And we feed each other. And dress each others wounds. And hold each others hearts in grief. And joy. And renewal.

And above all, we see each other as holy. And sovereign. And strong. We suffer and strive together in every land, through every body. We are one. Healing and whole. Our time has come. To be here. Day by day, night after night. As a people. On a planet. Breathing air together. And choosing.

How to dream what’s new. Into being.

12/21/2025

Calm at the center.

Seems like a healthy place to be as we honor the darkest time of the year. Lets hold onto the light honoring practices of our ancestors. Candles. Stories of warmth. We center radiance at this time of year. To be glad. To remember hope. The days will not keep getting darker. Rather, there will be a turning and a re-turning of what gives us life. The sun goes down, rests, but wakes us up again. During these particular days we are gifted with less business if we do it right. More nature and quiet and star light. More fireside and simple conversations, conserving our energy. Meditations on what light in us is ready to bubble forward. Springs easy when the time thaws right. We settle into what is, creating space around ourselves. Inside, a less rushed system.

Today is a day to behold the season that is us. A realm of particles, plasma and bones. Organs of light and blood and setting suns, at rest. Breath dawning and diving into every place that makes us strong, and vibrant and living. When the light is less at this time of year it’s because it is somewhere else, hidden, not gone. Preserved. So we go inward to feel it and find it. Trusting that life will return home, centered. That quiet place where integrity is fortified. Our nature. As we trace our origin back through our inner kingdom we find billions of other breathers, people, right now Being. Beaming light on the path to community. At every moment we are all here. Not one of us left out. No tree or stream or baker who is not sharing air in this place we are co-creating. More light will return in a few days and we will be contributing ours to it. Finding more clarity, inner senses stabilized. The winter spark in our collective humane heart is flaming a direct path to a new life, a hidden route revealed through each of us.

It’s been a long night. Let’s keep tending kindly to what we have going on inside us, so we can come out strong. In every dawning season of our lives. We can create a soft manger of safekeeping for our bodies, for our being, with our breath. Let’s accept ourselves and all our parts, restful on the hay of these newborn hearts.

I am really glad you’re here.

Cody Derrick Real Estate Team Inc.

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