Reflections

July 17, 2014

There is an honest dignity in earth-stained hands that no title or credential can ever confer. We who spend our days in...

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July 16, 2014

Why do we feel a sudden ache when the day begins to fold into itself? There is a peculiar gravity to the...

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July 16, 2014

If a river could remember its own beginning, would it still choose to rush toward the sea? We often mistake the stillness...

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