Mate Weavers House by Karthick SaravananThe Weight of the Loom
I am generally suspicious of places that trade on their own history. There is a tendency to romanticize the labor of the past, to turn the grit and the repetitive ache of manual work into something picturesque for the sake of a quiet afternoon.…
Higher Power
Waking up early in the morning, the feeling of that early breeze, the sound of the birds that sing on the lake, the sun rising pretty early, it is the best moment we can connect with the Higher Power, the Power that we believe, even when you don’t see it, but you know it’s there.
The Architecture of the Unseen
In the quiet corners of a garden, there is a geometry that exists entirely without our permission. We walk past these spaces, our eyes skimming the surface of leaves and stems, rarely pausing to consider the intricate scaffolding that holds…