The Vessels of Waiting
Why do we feel the need to anchor ourselves to the earth when the tide is constantly pulling us toward the unknown? We build structures of wood and rope, naming them after our intentions, hoping they will hold firm against the rhythm of the…
The Weight of Color
I bought a bunch of flowers at the market this morning, just because the red was so loud it felt like a shout in the middle of the gray sidewalk. I spent ten minutes trying to find the right vase, moving them from the kitchen counter to the…
The Current of Becoming
We are all born into a river, learning early on that the current does not wait for our permission to move. To grow is to understand that the water is both a barrier and a bridge; it demands a steady hand and a quiet heart. We pack our small,…