Piercing through the fog

Shared this on Instagram and Facebook last month, when I got another tattoo: For most of my life, I’ve been drawn to Sutro Tower, which sits atop a hill in San Francisco. While it’s iconic, it’s often overshadowed: not necessarily pretty, and certainly not golden. For me, it has a presence much like the fog,Continue reading “Piercing through the fog”

Exploration and changelessness

I came upon a 2011 piece by Pico Iyer, “Where Silence Is Sacred,” where he talks about growing up in chapels and the importance of stillness. I especially love this part, with my favorite bits in bold: I grew up in chapels, at school in England. For all those years of my growing up, we hadContinue reading “Exploration and changelessness”