The Weight of a Gaze
There is a profound vulnerability in being truly seen. We often move through the world as observers, believing we are separate from the life that surrounds us, yet there are rare, quiet moments when the boundary dissolves. It happens when the…
The Weight of Small Things
I was watering the ferns on my balcony this morning when I spilled the entire pitcher. It was a clumsy start to the day, but as I wiped the floor, I noticed how the water pooled on the waxy surface of a stray leaf. It didn't just sit there;…
The Weight of a Hand
I was walking home from the grocery store this afternoon when I saw a woman holding her young son’s hand. He was trying to pull away to look at a stray cat, but she didn't let go. She didn't pull him back, either. She just stood there, her…