by Steve S | Feb 12, 2026 | Attention & Presence
At the edge of waking, before the day has fully taken its shape, there is a brief stillness in which the mind lies open. Light gathers quietly along the walls. The air rests, unclaimed. In that hour, thoughts do not yet press forward, but drift, half-formed, like...
by Steve S | Feb 12, 2026 | Inner Life
The seasons of cold draw now toward their leaving, and with them comes a quiet ache—for something not lost, yet never begun. It lingers, this sense, and I find myself dwelling there more often than I care to admit, as one might remain standing in a doorway long after...
by Steve S | Feb 6, 2026 | Inner Life
High above the clouds went the winds, unseen, crossing and turning, shouldering past one another, tugging and slipping away, never long at rest, yet never straying from the paths set for them. They worried at the high places, pressed against the cloudbanks, slipped...
