April 7, 2016
The Hum of Departure
The smell of burnt kerosene always pulls me back to the edge of a summer field, where the air vibrates with a...
Month: April 2016
April 7, 2016
The Weight of the Seed
There is a quiet, rhythmic theology in the act of bending toward the earth. We often speak of progress as a vertical...
April 7, 2016
The Currency of Joy
I remember sitting in a small roadside warung in Ubud, watching a group of children play a game with nothing more than...