The Weight of the Climb
I spent this morning trying to organize the books on my top shelf. I kept dropping them, one by one, until I finally just sat on the floor and stared at the ceiling. It is funny how we spend so much of our lives looking for the next step, always…
The Salt on the Skin
The smell of low tide is not just the sea; it is the smell of things left behind. It is the sharp, metallic tang of wet rust and the thick, suffocating scent of kelp decaying in the sun. When I was a child, I would press my palms against the…
Paradise Awaits
Have you ever wondered where does the concept of paradise come from? Does it only belong to the religious scriptures, or did it come from an origin beyond human can logically explain? Whatever the source may be, it is and has always been the…