Rivers, Seas, and Trees
On shaping and escaping the frame.
On shaping and escaping the frame.
“Beware of first-hand ideas!”
It's such an odd little word: short but drawn out, comical yet faintly sinister.
I had craved the warming spices of the chai, but someone smiling at me with genuine warmth was the comfort I truly needed. In a world that often feels numbingly cold, comfort food and human community are both essential sources of warmth, and they are best served together.
Spring is time for feasts and festivals of renewal and rebirth—Easter, Passover, and Iran's Nowruz (literally "new day")—but this year it was hard to get into the spirit. [I link to Inhinan's post below, but I'm putting it here, too,