The Rhythm of Unfolding
There is a quiet wisdom in the way water yields to the stones. It does not fight the obstacles in its path; it simply flows around them, softening the edges of the world as it passes by. We often feel that our own lives must be marked by force…
The Weight of Still Air
There is a specific heaviness to the air just before a summer evening settles, a stillness that feels like a held breath. In the north, we are used to light that demands movement, light that pulls the shadows long and thin across the tundra.…
Freshly Made Biscotti, by Rabih MadiThe Architecture of Crumbs
There is a quiet, almost liturgical rhythm to the act of baking. It begins long before the heat touches the dough, rooted in the anticipation of transformation. We take the raw, the disparate, and the chaotic—flour, water, the sudden snap…