Pet Reflection

Pet Reflection

I stepped from the shelter of the inside into the firm hold of the cold. The wind itself was gentle, almost courteous, yet its bite took hold wherever flesh lay bare. I had covered myself carefully, leaving little exposed, but the longer I lingered the more deeply the...
Beliefs

Beliefs

I have been considering two positions often held apart—set in opposition not because they must be, but because we have learned to place them there. Some beliefs are formed slowly through lived practice; others are adopted from voices we trust, carried intact without...
Evil

Evil

Some approach evil as though it were a thing that can be broken, mastered, or brought to heel. They weigh it against good, as though the two exist on a scale, each requiring the other for balance. Others meet it as an enemy, believing it can be overcome through...
Reflection

Reflection

There comes a season in life—most often as the years gather and the days begin to weigh differently—when a person must pause and look again at where they stand. Not because the ground has given way, but because remaining upon it without question has grown too easy,...
Breath

Breath

It was said long ago that life is but a breath. One moment we are drawn into it; the next, it thins, loosens, and is gone. I once believed that if I inhaled more deeply—if I held the breath before releasing it—the moment might widen. That time itself might pause,...
Sin

Sin

Let us speak of a matter that carries weight—of a word that loses its shape when we try to define it not by what it is, but by what it leaves behind. When meaning is measured by outcome alone, truth is quietly bent. What remains is not definition, but...