Reflections

April 24, 2024

To break bread is to perform a quiet, ancient alchemy. We gather the scattered fruits of the earth—the salt-cured, the sun-ripened, the...

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April 24, 2024

The earth holds us. It is a promise, a constant weight against the soles of our feet. We walk, we stand, we...

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April 23, 2024

I keep a pressed fern inside a heavy dictionary, its edges brittle and the color of a winter dusk. It was plucked...

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