Between Homes

Between Homes

As my plane began its descent into Asheville last week,  I found myself leaning toward the window. The Blue Ridge Mountains slowly emerged beneath the clouds, wrapped in their familiar blue haze. Before the wheels ever touched the runway, I already felt at home....
February and the art of noticing

February and the art of noticing

February is quiet in a way that asks something of us. The rush of beginnings has softened, the days are still short, and life feels slower, more inward. This is not the silence of avoidance. It is the silence of listening. Noticing is an art. It requires restraint. It...