Indigo Paradise

There was a series of months in which I liked to ask people what their vision of paradise was. In Austria, I met a woman named Bea Von Schrader. She is an artist, and a mother, and a mentor—she wears many hats without wearing any hats. I asked her my question and she told me, “I think my idea of paradise changes everyday.”

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August Blues: Fall and Rise

It is something when the summer lulls... First, the sun sets earlier. It is tired from burning through countless long, hot days. Then, the stars shine through wisps of clouds, and you realize the night air is slightly cooler than yesterday. Next, you gaze at the waxing gibbous moon. It shines light on the dry, gold dirt, and you see it is not yet time for new growth. We are between planting seasons, and like the crops that sustain us, we too are waiting for the right time to start anew.

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