(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Virtue of Sustenance
Seneca once reminded his friend Lucilius that it is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, who is poor. We often mistake the act of eating for a mere mechanical necessity, a mundane chore to be rushed through between the…
(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Architecture of Belonging
We are all composed of the same soil, yet we spend our lives trying to build fences around our own small patches of earth. We forget that the roots of the tallest trees are often tangled with the roots of the weeds, drinking from the same hidden…
(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Weight of Morning
I keep a small, silver spoon in my kitchen drawer that belonged to my grandmother. It is worn thin at the edges, the metal smoothed by decades of stirring tea and tasting soups, a quiet witness to the slow rhythm of her mornings. When I hold…