The Rhythm of the Circle
We are all walking in circles, even when we believe we are traveling toward a destination. The earth is a curve, the seasons are a loop, and the breath that leaves the lungs must eventually find its way back to the quiet center of the chest.…
The Quietude of Ripples
There is a specific kind of silence that belongs only to the water’s edge, a place where the world holds its breath to listen to the slow pulse of the earth. We spend so much of our lives in the rush of the wind, in the frantic choreography…
The Rhythm of the Circle
There is a rhythm to the world that we often drown out with our own urgency. It is the steady, circular motion of a life lived in devotion, where the destination is not a place to be reached, but a state of being to be inhabited. When we walk…