On the word, who receives it, and everything that gets taken from you without anyone ever using it. Say the word thief to yourself and watch what your mind produces. Look at how the word actually gets handed out. Take a phone from a person on the road and you are a thief, and your […]
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On slowness, the weight you are carrying, and the race that was never even. You have been reading your speed as a verdict. Somewhere along the way you started treating how fast your life is moving as evidence of what you are worth, and every time you watch someone your age arrive somewhere you have
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The second letter, written on the seventh day. A companion to Dust, Carried and Borrowed. You came to me on the seventh day, and you were angry, and I want to begin there, because I watched you arrive carrying it and I watched you try to set it down before you spoke to me, as
How a soul travels from raw earth to a vessel that can hold water, and why the road runs through fire. The old masters of the inward path taught that the soul does not arrive finished. It is dug out of the ground of this world in a raw state, and it climbs, if it
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The old man writes back to the woman who saw through him. Your letter reached me, and I have read it as many times as you say you read mine, and I want to tell you first what a strange and good thing it is to be seen this clearly by someone I have never
I read your letter more times than I will admit. Now I need your answer, not your story. I found your letter, and I have read it more times than I will admit to you. I want to begin by thanking you, because a man who opens his whole life at the end of it
Everything I know about love, and the one thing it took me a lifetime to learn. If you sat with me now, near the end of a long life, and asked me for the one thing I know for certain, I would not tell you about work, or money, or even about God directly, though
The clay is soft today. A companion to Dust, Carried and Borrowed. I have spent my whole life in a workshop. I know the smell of one. I know how the dust settles on every surface by evening, how the light comes through in the morning and lands across the wheel, how a room like
The three houses of the soul, and the one I am standing in now. Before the tears, before anything else, something in my chest sat straight up and said, I knew it. And a moment later came the heavier thing, the thing that has kept me awake since, because I did know it, and the
The one you buried answers the first night, and tells you where they truly were. A companion to Dust. You came to me the day after I died, and before anything else I need you to know that I heard you. I heard every word. I heard the hundred things you had saved to tell