January 3, 2016
The Texture of Time
I remember sitting on a porch in Maine with an old carpenter named Elias. He spent the better part of an hour...
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Reflections
January 2, 2016
The Weight of Wings
We look for meaning in the grand gestures, in the storms that strip the trees bare or the long, heavy silence of...
January 2, 2016
The Breath of the Forest
There is a particular kind of silence that only exists where the water meets the roots. It is a heavy, damp stillness,...
