On Honouring the Process
The other day, a deer crossed my path. Startled we both stopped and stared, for a split second, before sprinting into different directions. A simple explanation...
The other day, a deer crossed my path. Startled we both stopped and stared, for a split second, before sprinting into different directions. A simple explanation...
βMy imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.β ~ John Keats Growing up in the countryside rewarded with plenty of time to observe things. We didn’t ha...