July 16, 2018
The Grit of Time
The smell of sun-baked earth always brings me back to the summers of my childhood, when the ground was so dry it...
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Reflections
July 15, 2018
The Silence of Unfolding
Why do we assume that beauty must be loud to be noticed? We live in a world that prizes the roar of...
July 15, 2018
The Quietude of Labor
Seneca once remarked that it is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, who is poor....
