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The Weight We Carry Together
Sometimes a community carries a weight that no one should have to bear alone. This past Friday, two brothers from a Panamanian family lost their lives in the Pacific Ocean...
The Weight We Carry Together
Sometimes a community carries a weight that no one should have to bear alone. This past Friday, two brothers from a Panamanian family lost their lives in the Pacific Ocean...
Making Space
After selling my home, my car, and almost everything I owned, I set out to create art inspired by the places and people I encounter. This new chapter begins in...
Making Space
After selling my home, my car, and almost everything I owned, I set out to create art inspired by the places and people I encounter. This new chapter begins in...
I Love You, Mérida...
A reflection on curiosity, community, and the quiet ways Mérida changed how I move through the world.
I Love You, Mérida...
A reflection on curiosity, community, and the quiet ways Mérida changed how I move through the world.
The Pizote Seems to Know Things We Forget
Curiosity may be a form of wisdom. The pizote makes me think so. How it searches. How it listens. How it moves through the world with alertness and instinct. Watching...
The Pizote Seems to Know Things We Forget
Curiosity may be a form of wisdom. The pizote makes me think so. How it searches. How it listens. How it moves through the world with alertness and instinct. Watching...
A Day in Valladolid
I woke up early and walked about 30 minutes through the quiet morning streets to reach the bus stop. The air was still cool, the kind of soft morning light...
A Day in Valladolid
I woke up early and walked about 30 minutes through the quiet morning streets to reach the bus stop. The air was still cool, the kind of soft morning light...
The Way Trees Hold Themselves
I have been noticing the trees.I am not entirely sure when it began. Here, they are expressive and joyful. They twist. They reach. They curve into themselves. They take up...
The Way Trees Hold Themselves
I have been noticing the trees.I am not entirely sure when it began. Here, they are expressive and joyful. They twist. They reach. They curve into themselves. They take up...