Camping in the Concrete Jungle: Storms

It comes when we least expect it, one cloud at a time. On the days when the sun has blistered our backs and made us sweat through our denim shorts. The palm trees, never reliable for shade from the sun, shy away even more from the role of protector as the first droplets of rain … Continue reading Camping in the Concrete Jungle: Storms



Slowly, surely, and all at once peace has come to rest its head on my shoulders and curl up in my lap. Many days, weeks, months and years have passed since its last visit. In that time I reached out thinking, hoping, that I could find rest in idols in people, ideals perceptions... appearances. But now … Continue reading Peace