April 11, 2016
The Architecture of a Breath
There is a peculiar weight to the air when one stands at a great height. It is not merely the thinness of...
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Reflections
April 9, 2016
The Quiet Ritual of Being
I keep a small, silver thimble in my desk drawer, worn smooth by my grandmother’s thumb. It is a hollow thing, yet...
April 9, 2016
The Weight of Ancient Stone
In the high deserts of the American West, the earth does not merely exist; it asserts itself. There is a particular silence...
