Stillness in the Rush
I was standing by the kitchen sink this morning, waiting for the kettle to whistle, when I noticed a single leaf caught in the drain. The water was rushing past it, swirling and frantic, yet the leaf stayed perfectly anchored. It didn't fight…
The Weight of Faith
The smell of old paper always brings me back to the attic of my childhood home. It is a dry, vanilla-like scent, the smell of stories pressed flat by time and gravity. When I run my fingers over the spine of a well-worn book, I feel the grit…
The World through a Child’s Eye
The Innocence portrayed through a child’s eyes can be defined in many ways. To a child the world may seem like a vast place with many hidden untold secrets, filled with miracles and magic. They seem to make the world look like the safest places…