October 4, 2019
A Beacon in the Quiet
There is a particular kind of grace found in the transition between day and night. It is a threshold, a soft folding...
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Reflections
October 4, 2019
The Unmoved Witness
Seneca once remarked that the man who has settled his own soul is like a mountain—unmoved by the winds that buffet the...
October 4, 2019
The Weight of Time
I once spent an afternoon in a small park in Kyoto, watching an old man feed a koi that seemed as wide...