March 6, 2016
The Quiet Between Heartbeats
There is a sacred weight to the midday hour, a time when the world seems to hold its breath. In the heat...
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Reflections
March 5, 2016
The Weight of the Unseen
In the high, thin air of the Alps, the monks once believed that clouds were the breath of the earth, exhaled in...
March 5, 2016
The Weight of Fragility
The smell of sun-baked stone always brings me back to the riverbank of my childhood. It is a dry, mineral scent, like...
