The Blur of Being
I was walking home through the park this evening, and for a split second, I didn't recognize my own street. The rain had just stopped, and the streetlights were smearing across the wet pavement like wet ink on a page. Everything felt soft,…
The Memory of Stone
There is a quiet patience in stone that we, in our frantic, fleeting lives, have forgotten how to read. We build with paper and glass, things that tremble at the first sign of a storm, while the old masters understood that to build is to invite…
Way of Life
Do you know how many different tribes of people live in this earth? The diversity of their culture and heritage enhances the richness of human civilization even more. Living beyond the modern social constractions, the tribal people have the…