The Weight of Stone and Sky
The smell of damp limestone always brings me back to the feeling of wet wool against my neck, the heavy, clinging chill that settles into the marrow of your bones after a long walk in the rain. It is a specific kind of silence, the way the…
The Stewardship of Light
Seneca once remarked that we are like travelers who, having forgotten our destination, mistake the movement of the road for the purpose of the journey. We spend our days in a frantic accumulation of things, yet we rarely pause to consider the…
The Virtue of the Present
Seneca once remarked that we are often more concerned with the preparation for life than with life itself. We spend our days arranging the stage, gathering the ingredients, and anticipating the future satisfaction of our appetites, all while…