There’s a space inside us all, quiet and still, where everything we’ve ever sought resides. It’s easy to overlook, buried beneath layers of noise and distraction, but it’s always there — waiting, patient, like the pulse of the earth beneath our feet. We wander far, we search wide, but sometimes the greatest journey is the one inward.
Tag: storm
It was a stormy, windy night when the island’s power went out yet again. I was wondering about the trees and who the hell is flying that prop plane slowly cruising overhead, while the big, bright ferry remains parked at the terminal across the narrows.