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,...
Grief

Grief

There are times in life when hope wears thin— when it is not slowly spent, but suddenly taken. Moments when we are overtaken, as a ship is overtaken by a storm it did not see coming. What was once navigable turns without warning. The wind rises faster than response....
Love

Love

I listened quietly and carefully to the message, which carried the flavor of plain yogurt—its sweetness removed in an effort to temper delight. The words were measured, restrained, intentionally subdued. And yet they pricked me when the speaker explained that true...