Breaking Through the Quiet
I spent an hour this morning trying to dig a stubborn weed out of my garden bed. The soil was still packed hard from the winter, cold and unyielding against my trowel. I felt frustrated, thinking about how much work it takes just to clear a…
The Pulse of the Distance
I was standing on my balcony this evening, just watching the neighbors’ windows light up one by one. It is funny how a city can feel so crowded and yet so incredibly lonely at the same time. You look at those glowing squares and you know…
The Persistence of Green
There is a quiet violence to the way a season turns. We often speak of spring as a gentle arrival, a soft unfolding of petals and light, but if you look closely at the soil, you see the truth of it: it is an act of defiance. The earth does…