March 3, 2015 The Ink of Quietude We often mistake silence for a void, as if it were a room emptied of its furniture. But silence is a weight,... Read Article →
March 1, 2015 The Weight of the Path I spent this morning trying to organize my bookshelf, pulling out old journals that I haven’t touched in years. It is funny... Read Article →
March 1, 2015 The Weight of Stillness I spent this morning trying to clear the frost off my windshield, my fingers numb and clumsy against the glass. It is... Read Article →