Making Room for Care: A Day in Hands
Before a house has a voice, it has hands. It’s hands that stir before dawn, not with fanfare but enough to tilt the day into motion. In half-light, hands sweep ...
Before a house has a voice, it has hands. It’s hands that stir before dawn, not with fanfare but enough to tilt the day into motion. In half-light, hands sweep ...
Peace— in a temple of powerone god calls himself a leaderanother calls himself the leaderother gods chime inproclaiming their godlinessall these gods declare wa...
February arrives with its loud-hearted instructions: roses, reservations, and grand declarations. But these days I’m living inside a quieter register of love; t...