The Weight of a Wing
It is 3:15 am. The house has finally stopped settling, and the silence is heavy enough to touch. In the dark, I find myself thinking about the things that exist only because they are small and quick. We spend our lives trying to anchor ourselves…
The Weight of Gravity
We spend our lives learning how to stand. We learn the friction of the earth against our soles, the way the spine must hold itself against the pull of the world. Gravity is a constant, a quiet demand that we remain tethered. Yet, there are…
The Weight of a Breath
A seed waits. It does not know the wind is coming. It only knows the architecture of its own fragility. To let go is not an act of surrender, but an act of faith. We spend our lives clutching, afraid that if we open our hands, we will vanish…