The Beauty of the Mundane
I spent twenty minutes this morning staring at the back of my radiator, trying to figure out why it was making that rhythmic clicking sound. It was a strange, industrial sort of noise, completely out of place in the quiet of my bedroom. I realized…
The Architecture of a Breath
There is a particular kind of stillness that belongs only to the high places, where the air is thin enough to let the silence settle like dust on the shoulders of the earth. In these altitudes, the world sheds its heavy, noisy skin. We are…
Sun will shine again
The enormous lake stretched flat and smooth all the way to the edge of the sky. And the overclouded sky, which seems dark, will clears up, and the sun will shine. Yes, you need to believe, you need to have hope, because soon the storm will pass…