The Weight of the Game
I remember sitting on a rusted bench in a small town in rural Victoria, watching a group of teenagers play cricket on a pitch that was mostly dust and determination. One girl, Sarah, had been practicing her swing against a brick wall for three…
The Weight of Simple Grace
Seneca once remarked that it is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, who is poor. We spend our lives constructing elaborate architectures of comfort, believing that our contentment is tethered to the accumulation of…
The Weight of the Sky
I spent this morning trying to fix a loose shelf in my hallway. It seemed simple enough, but the wood was stubborn and the angle was all wrong. I found myself holding a heavy board against the wall for twenty minutes, my arms shaking, waiting…