Reflections

August 8, 2016

I spent an afternoon in a small coastal village in Cornwall watching an old fisherman named Elias mend his nets. He didn’t...

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August 8, 2016

Time is a heavy cloak when you are young. It hangs from the shoulders, dragging its hem through the dust of long...

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August 8, 2016

We often mistake silence for a lack of substance, as if the quiet spaces in our day are merely waiting to be...

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