An Ordinary Life, Intentionally
I prefer small moments.They don’t insist.They don’t apply for memory. A kettle considers boiling—not yet a decision,just a tremor. Light enters the kitchenas if it had forgottento knock yesterday. Coffee arrives first,announcing nothing,only being itself. No one would nominate thesefor importance.They lack witnesses, applause, a date. I used to trust larger things—milestones with proper names,occasions … Read more