Wind River Day Five

Most of us think of rest as stopping. Taking a nap. Lying on the couch. Sitting by the beach. Turning

When was the last time you simply sat and pondered? Just sitting and pondering feels like a lost art. Many

My grandfather kept some odd things on his desk. Perhaps he had a sense for objects that carried a story

There is a lie we tell ourselves about progress. We imagine it as a straight line. We picture ourselves starting