The Rhythm of the Current
I spent this morning watching the water at the edge of the park. It is strange how we spend so much of our lives rushing toward a destination, yet there is something so grounding about watching a single point drift slowly across a vast surface.…
The Quiet Lives of Things
I spent an hour this morning looking for my keys, only to find them tucked inside a book I hadn't opened in months. It felt like they had been living a secret life of their own while I wasn't looking. We spend so much of our day rushing past…
The Weight of a Glance
We are taught that to be seen is to be known. We stand in the light, hoping for recognition, yet there is a profound safety in the shadows. To retreat into the corner of a room, or the edge of a memory, is to preserve something that the world…