The Persistence of Color
Why do we assume that the most vibrant parts of our lives must be born from the brightest days? We often equate clarity with sunshine, believing that truth only reveals itself when the sky is clear and the path is illuminated. Yet, there is…
The Weight of Stillness
I spent an hour this morning just watching the dust motes dance in a sliver of sunlight hitting my kitchen floor. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that makes you realize how much noise you usually carry around in your head. I had a list of things…
The Weight of Petals
There is a specific silence that follows the spring. It is not the silence of winter, which is heavy and expectant, but the silence of a bloom that has already reached its peak and begun the slow, quiet work of letting go. I remember the way…