I used to be self-conscious about my webbed toes, thinking of them as a quirk…

I once noticed a fruit fly dancing over a bowl of ripe peaches and, instead…

I remember one summer evening sitting quietly on my porch as the sun dipped below…

I remember one late night during my spiritual meditation, a gentle flutter at the window…

Late one evening in meditation, I heard a quiet crack from the kitchen: an egg…

On a warm summer night, I sat quietly on my porch under a star-studded sky.…

I remember one quiet night, I sat cross-legged in meditation as soft candlelight danced on…