Shadows, Shade, and Night Vision
Morning light filters through the blinds, flickering across the wall — a soft reminder that shadow is born from […]
Morning light filters through the blinds, flickering across the wall — a soft reminder that shadow is born from […]
At the table sat a bowl, devastatingly empty.Broth was poured, bread was offered —yet nothing seemed quite right,nothing seemed enough.
Once upon a time, in a kingdom of favour and fear, two shadows sat at the same table. One wore
“How did you get here before me?” Not a hello. Just a map snatched from the wind. She arrived after
This June, I found myself in Scotland—first in the solstice stillness of Findhorn, where the light lingers long over wind‑blown
It scattered with the others onto the parquet floor of my London flat— just another handful of post. Flyers, bills,
I wake up at home in Calgary on this first day of May—where fire meets bloom—the sun filtering gently across
The flight attendant moves down the aisle, her voice soft yet bright— “Garbage to share?” A question wrapped in warmth,
Returning home after coaching multiple teams through large-scale change, I am early for the last departure. I head straight to
On entering a Zoom room, gathering with strangers to embark on a journey together, I notice that people take a