Some mornings I wake with a question instead of an answer.  No map. No arrival. Just the soft ache of not knowing. I used to believe uncertainty meant I was lost, unprepared, behind, and failing.

The mountain stays still There's something humbling about a mountain that stands alone. Not part of a chain. Not among many. Just one...

A seat no one noticed It was just there. A chair no one had moved in years, tucked under a tree no one names. I passed it a dozen times...

The Ones Who Follow They passed in front of me like they had somewhere to be. Two ducks - one leading, one following. Pavement to the...

Leaving Quietly There is something about the way birds leave. No announcement. No apology. Just wings. Today, I watched a pigeon rise...