All Roads Lead to Home
All roads lead home. Even when in the wilderness, we crave our home. Life is a journey. Some roads are rough and rocky, some very narrow to traverse. Sometimes, the path is well worn as many tread before us. Occasionally, we trudge on even though…
The Architecture of Attention
There is a specific, quiet tension in the act of standing still. We often mistake stillness for an absence of movement, a pause in the narrative of our busy lives, but anyone who has watched a creature on the threshold of a decision knows better.…
The Geometry of Loss
We are taught that a circle is a symbol of wholeness, a line that returns to its own beginning, unbroken and infinite. But there is a particular ache in a shape that has been forced to open, a geometry that suddenly finds itself incomplete.…