Stillness
WIth increasing frequency, I read about the damage of busyness, the longing for stillness, the joy of quiet . We may even sense, in the habitual extension [...]
WIth increasing frequency, I read about the damage of busyness, the longing for stillness, the joy of quiet . We may even sense, in the habitual extension [...]
Two days ago a woven box appeared on my table. It was a mystery, delivered by someone unknown. From it this small, round stone appeared. The [...]