“There is a sense that the un-rushed now unravels what has been left behind and girds us for what is ahead. Sitting still—that time void of measurable activity—is not lazy or useless. Rather, the nothingness becomes an invitation into more.”
Read MoreI fought back tears as I watched him in the restaurant. The man couldn’t have been any older than fifty or sixty at most, and yet his body curved like a much-older man. His back was stooped over, his shoulders tight, his knees looked like they might buckle beneath him. It appeared as if even standing caused him pain.
Read MoreLast night I awoke to the sound of a door opening down the hall. Bare feet made their way toward our bedroom. My head lifted off the pillow to see our eight-year-old son at the end of our bed.
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