Clouds among the Mountain Peaks, by Ronnie GloverThe Breath of Stone
The air in the high places tastes of iron and nothingness. It is a sharp, thin cold that settles deep in the lungs, making every inhale feel like swallowing tiny, jagged shards of glass. I remember the sensation of wool scratching against my…
The Weight of Stillness
I woke up before the alarm this morning, which is rare for me. The house was completely silent, the kind of quiet that feels heavy, like a held breath. I didn't reach for my phone or start my mental to-do list. I just sat at the kitchen table…
Elusive Silence
How do you want life to be...very calm, peaceful or adventurous? How many times do you want to shut your ears as easily as you can shut your eyes to experience silence completely? And, would you want to do this to feel peace? The world is never…