The Colors of Delight
The moon no longer a perfect sphere, eclipsed, the sun still hidden behind the horizon as we walked from bedroom … Continue reading The Colors of Delight
The moon no longer a perfect sphere, eclipsed, the sun still hidden behind the horizon as we walked from bedroom … Continue reading The Colors of Delight
I sit here at an empty desk in the glass studio of the Grunewald Guild, the wall mounted heater fan … Continue reading Life at the Guild: First Impressions
This is what it feels like to be held Swaying this way and that Suspended between trees— The contours of … Continue reading Here
I had the chance to enjoy the outdoors this weekend with a dear friend. Given that we are surrounded by … Continue reading Encountering Silence in Community