Dogs and the Hiker by Ronnie GloverThe Scale of Our Steps
Seneca once observed that we are like travelers who, upon reaching a great height, suddenly perceive the true proportion of the world below. From the valley, the mountain seems an insurmountable wall, a titan that dictates our path and limits…
Yagathmayam by Prasanth ChandranThe Breath of Rain
There is a particular rhythm to the monsoon that asks us to slow our pulse until it matches the falling water. We often view rain as an interruption, a gray veil that obscures the clarity of the day, but perhaps it is actually a return to a…
Sunset over Lago Arenal by John PeltierWhere the Earth Breathes
Dear reader, I have been thinking about the way we try to hold onto things that are meant to move. We stand on the edge of something vast and we want to pin it down, to keep the light from shifting or the water from turning cold. But the world…