The Weight of the Path
The road is not a destination. It is a persistent question asked of the earth. We walk, and the land yields, or it does not. In the north, the paths are often erased by the wind, leaving us to navigate by the memory of where we have been rather…
The Old Lady at the Monastery by Shirren Lim
I met this old lady while visiting the Gangtey Gompa Monastery in Phobjekha district Bhutan. It was a quiet morning. All the monks at the monastery were away attending a festival. She was one of the handful of people at the monastery. She had…
The Weight of Unspoken Promises
If we are merely the vessels for what comes after us, does our own existence hold any weight of its own? We spend our lives building walls, planting seeds, and carving paths, often forgetting that the ground we stand upon was prepared by hands…