The Wisdom in the Sway

I dreamt of seeing a Luna Moth. That creamy, lime-green goddess I’d only glimpsed in pictures felt more like a celestial body or a four-leaf clover—something you admire from afar but never expect to meet. With its nocturnal habits and adult lifespan of only 7–10 days, I never imagined catching a glimpse of one inContinue reading “The Wisdom in the Sway”

You, The Creator

With the skill of an artist’s touch on canvas, or a piece of fabric, or a block, or a blank page, something emerges, something within expressed outwardly, as if by magic. I’m no magician, but sometimes when the moon is in its waxing phase, and all the children are resting soundly in their beds, IContinue reading “You, The Creator”