This is a lyrical essay about passion, loss, and the will to keep moving forward, set to photos by Katie Lutz of a trip to a small village called Tizi n' Oucheg in the Atlas Mountains of Morocco.
Update 2020: In light of recent events, Mark's post seems way ahead of its time. Who could have predicted in 2013 that we were, all of us, in for the biggest pause the modern world has ever seen? And to
I have a concern about how technology, hip and cool culture, and new trendy ways to process information and ideas distract us from the purity of the stories themselves. Sometimes I think it’s a rabbit hole, a warren of
1. TreesI’m no arborist, but the small amount I know about trees still manages to dazzle me. I mean, they start as a twig sticking out of the ground easily destroyed by a wandering lawnmower, and transform into a
We cannot imagineHow tired one must beAfter the task of saving souls.The heart breaks and begins to wonder,“What is the purpose.”What is the purpose?Why must I go?Why must I work?Why must I speak?All