Small Against the Stone
I spent an hour this morning standing in front of the old library downtown, just looking up. I usually rush past it, head down, checking my phone for emails or worrying about the grocery list. But today, the sun hit the stone facade in a way…
The Weight of the Harvest
In the high canopy of a tropical forest, the coconut palm does not rush its fruit; it follows a slow, rhythmic cycle of maturation, drawing minerals from the soil and sunlight from the air until the husk reaches its final, heavy density. There…
The Unscripted Joy
Epictetus reminded his students that we are all actors in a play written by another. We do not choose our roles, nor do we choose the stage upon which we stand; we are merely tasked with playing our part well, whatever the circumstances. Often,…