The Architecture of Light
We are always reaching for the sky, hoping to catch a spark that belongs to no one and everyone at once. There is a hunger in the human spirit that refuses to be satisfied by the dark; we gather in clusters, like embers huddled against the…
The Weight of the Ascent
There is a particular silence that settles in the marrow after the climb is finished. It is not the silence of an empty room, but the heavy, satisfied quiet of a lung that has finally found enough air. We spend so much of our lives measuring…
The Architecture of Silence
We spend our lives gathering noise, building walls of chatter to keep the vast, hollow spaces of the world at bay. We fear the quiet because it asks us to look at the roots of our own stillness. Yet, there is a particular kind of grace found…