The Weight of the Sky
There is a peculiar tension in the air just before the clouds decide to break. It is a stillness that feels heavy, as if the atmosphere itself has grown tired of holding its own breath. We often speak of storms as disruptions, as violent interruptions…
Mekong Monk by Greg Goodman
During my backpacking adventure across India and SouthEast Asia, I encountered countless Monks working on everything from building houses to selling prayer beads. However, this scene on a wide stretch of the Mekong River in Northern Laos struck…
The Mirror of the Wild
We spend our lives looking at the world, but rarely do we allow the world to look back at us. There is a specific gravity in being truly seen, a weight that settles in the chest like silt at the bottom of a clear stream. When a gaze meets yours…