January 6, 2018
The Weight of the Wait
I keep a small, silver thimble in my desk drawer that belonged to my grandmother. It is dented on one side, a...
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January 6, 2018
The Weight of the Path
I keep a small, rusted iron key in my desk drawer that no longer opens any door I know. It is heavy...
January 5, 2018
Where the Earth Meets Breath
There is a rhythm to the land that we often forget to hear. It is a slow, deep pulse, older than our...
