by Hiro Boga | Self-Care, Soul
The world offers itself to us in every moment, quietly, patiently, soft in its tenderness, savage in its extravagant beauty. Blue mountains painted on the rim of a pale winter sky. Stiff-fingered branches, all thrust and assertion, reaching, grabbing, swallowing air...
by Hiro Boga | Sovereignty & Freedom
It’s a clear, cold morning, the bright beauty of the new year reflected in this translucent January sky. Sunlight gilds the rooftops outside my study window, and paints the mountains that ring the horizon a flat, grey-blue. The beauty of this world takes my breath...
