The Quiet Between Breaths
I spent this morning trying to fix a leaky faucet in the kitchen. I kept turning the wrench, frustrated by the persistent drip, until I finally just stopped. I sat on the floor, listening to the rhythm of the water hitting the porcelain. It…
The White Breath of Stone
We often mistake silence for an absence of sound, yet there are places where the roar is so absolute it becomes a stillness of its own. It is the sound of gravity surrendering to the earth, a constant, rushing prayer that never asks for an…
Is That You?
Have you ever tried watching the passer by? If you ever try, you'll know that the strangers from the street, whom we do not know at all are so much alike, it's difficult to tell us apart! Sometimes by watching them closely we could see how similar…