March 15, 2014 The Dust of Devotion The smell of cold stone and damp earth always brings me back to the feeling of knees pressing into hard ground. It... Read Article →
March 14, 2014 The Weight of a Hand There is a specific grit that settles into the creases of your palms when you have been walking for too long on... Read Article →
March 11, 2014 The Weight of Routine I spent this morning folding laundry, a task that usually feels like a chore I want to rush through. I was listening... Read Article →