Living in a Box
Don’t we all live in a box, but try to be like Houdini, the escape king? We try to escape all our life, but there is very little chance of success; we are all restrained in the end. Of course we aspire to be as a free spirited bird at times,…
The Quiet Work Behind
I walked past the local library this morning and saw a crew fixing the stone steps. They were covered in dust, moving heavy slabs with a rhythm that felt almost like a dance. It made me realize how much of our lives depends on these invisible…
The Weight of the Ember
There is a specific gravity to the end of a day, a heaviness that settles into the marrow like cooling ash. We spend our hours gathering fuel, tending to the small fires of our survival, only to find that by dusk, the fire has begun to tend…