The Unburdened Heart
There is a lightness that belongs only to the beginning of things, a state of being where the weight of the world has not yet found a place to rest upon the shoulders. We spend so much of our lives learning how to carry burdens, how to guard…
The Weight of Sugar
It is 3:14 am and the house is holding its breath. I am thinking about the things we consume to fill the gaps. Not just food, but the small, sticky comforts we reach for when the silence becomes too heavy to carry alone. We tell ourselves it…
The Shelter of Small Things
Why do we assume that strength is found in standing against the gale, rather than in the quiet wisdom of seeking cover? We spend so much of our lives bracing for the storm, convinced that to be seen is to be significant, and that to endure…