Hardship3

A painting of an empty chair with a folded shawl beside a rain-streaked window

Hardship~3 min read

I lost someone and the days feel flat

On grief that does not look like grief, and on what the sources ask of you in it.

A painting of a packed bag and a walking staff by an open door, a road running to the horizon beyond

Hardship~2 min read

I am far from home and it does not get easier

On distance that stops being temporary, and what to build where you are.

A painting of a cloth-covered bowl of rising dough on a floured table, embers glowing in an oven behind

Hardship~3 min read

I have been waiting a long time

On duas that have not been answered yet, and what waiting is understood to be doing.

That is all of them.