The Weight of a Gaze
We walk through crowds, brushing shoulders with ghosts. Everyone is looking for something, or perhaps they are looking to be found. To meet a stranger’s eyes is a rare thing. It requires a sudden, sharp stillness in a world that insists on…
Standing Before the Giant
I spent this morning trying to organize my bookshelf, pulling out old journals and receipts that had slipped behind the stacks. It was a messy, dusty task, and for a while, I felt small and overwhelmed by all the little things I had accumulated…
The Weight of Ancient Stone
There is a patience in stone that we, in our fleeting lives, struggle to comprehend. While we measure our days in hours and our years in seasons, the earth measures its existence in the slow, rhythmic pulse of the tides. To stand before something…