This New Year is just another point in our life It is December again. The air has shifted, carrying that distinct, crisp weight that signals the end of something long and arduous. I sat by my window this morning, watching the world rush by, and I felt that familiar hum of electricity that seems to wake up the world in this final month. We treat December like a grand finale. It is the closing act, the curtain call, the final few pages of a thick novel. There is a frenetic ener

I thought I knew how to swim. It was a skill I acquired as a child, a simple mechanical memory stored away in my muscles. So today, when...

They need to know where the morning sun should fall I have always been fascinated by architects. Not just for the grand cathedrals or...

I saw a monarch butterfly on a hibiscus flower this morning, its wings like a stained-glass window in the sun. For the longest time, I believed personal change was about addition. I thought it was about acquiring a new skill or a better habit, that I could just staple wings onto my old self and somehow learn to fly.