The Mirror of the Mind
Seneca once observed that the mind is like a pool of water; when it is agitated by the winds of desire or the storms of anxiety, it cannot reflect the truth of the world. We spend our lives throwing stones into our own stillness, wondering…
The Weight of Seasons
There is a quiet dignity in the hands that have spent a lifetime tending to the earth’s harvest. We often move through our days seeking the new, the bright, and the swift, forgetting that the most profound stories are written in the slow…
The Weight of Small Wheels
I keep a small, rusted iron key in the velvet lining of my jewelry box, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened. It is heavy for its size, a cold weight that anchors me to a house that no longer exists, in a neighborhood…