May 26, 2015
The Weight of a Hand
I was walking home from the market this morning when I saw a little girl holding onto a stray dog’s collar. She...
Category Archive
Reflections
May 25, 2015
The Rhythm of the Road
I remember standing on the side of a mountain pass in the Pyrenees, waiting for a blur of color to tear through...
May 24, 2015
The Weight of the Harvest
Why do we feel a sudden, quiet reverence when we hold something that has spent months drinking the sun and the rain?...
