The Rhythm of the Earth
I was running for the bus this morning, my bag slipping off my shoulder and my breath coming in short, jagged bursts. For a few seconds, I wasn't thinking about my to-do list or the emails waiting in my inbox. I was just focused on the ground,…
The Rhythm of the Return
We often mistake the path for the destination, believing that life is a straight line drawn toward a singular point. But look at the way the seasons turn, or the way the tide retreats only to offer itself back to the shore. There is a sacred…
The Weight of Fire
The river does not care for our prayers. It flows, indifferent to the heat we cast against the dark. We gather at the edge, holding small flames, hoping the light will carve a path through the uncertainty of the night. There is a hunger in…