The String That Holds The Kite

It started with a clearing in the woods. Empty space. Then we built the clubhouse. Scraps of wood, bent nails, … More

The Wooden Puppet and the Question of Self: A Story

Once, in a quiet workshop filled with the scent of varnish and the hum of machines, a wooden puppet stood … More

Imagine you’ve been handed a golden ticket—the promise of something incredible just around the corner. They tell you, “Hold onto … More

Tethered to a body,As spaciousness, mind is freeIn balance is light. The waves were strong that day at Rockaway. I … More

This morning, I stepped outside with no particular destination in mind, just a sense of curiosity about what the day … More

The whistle blew, sharp and clear, cutting through the crisp morning air. I stood on the platform, suitcase in hand, … More