The Grit of Unspoken Grace
The smell of rain on hot, dry earth always brings me back to the feeling of bare feet on sun-baked clay. It is a rough, grounding sensation—the way the dust clings to the skin, a fine, powdery reminder that we are made of the ground we walk…
Unreachable
Too many people go through life content with mediocrity, have you ever thought about this? Are you guilty of this? We work at jobs we hate to buy things we don’t need, to impress people we don’t necessarily like. People dread Saturday, but…
The Weight of Dust
In the quiet corners of an old house, time does not move in a straight line. It settles. It gathers in the creases of a tablecloth or the hollow of a ceramic bowl, turning the air thick with the residue of things once held. We often think of…