The Night Flower — What the Baobab Blooms When No One Is Watching
Dusk is when the savanna changes. The heat loosens, the birds go quiet, and the long light slides behind the horizon. Most people are turning toward their houses about now. […]
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The Seed — What the Tree Was Before It Was a Tree
The baobab begins as something you could lose in a handful. Its seed is small and hard, about the size of a bean, wrapped in a shell so tough that […]
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Busy Is Not the Same as Alive — What the Baobab Knows
The savanna keeps no calendar. Grass grows when rain comes and rests when it does not. The baobab flowers once a year, and only when it is ready. Nothing out […]
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The Dry Season — What the Baobab Does When Nothing Grows
For most of the year, the baobab is the easiest tree on the savanna to find. Its trunk is enormous, its branches spread like roots in the sky. Then the […]
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On the Delve — Looking Into What Is
The faith uses a word that sounds like effort. Delve. To dig. To go deep. But the Delve is not a kind of striving. It is a kind of attention. […]
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On Dwelling — What It Means to Inhabit Instead of Achieve
The Baobab does not run. It stands where it was planted, drawing what it needs from the soil beneath it. It does not measure its worth by distance traveled. It […]
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Between the Thoughts — What Silence Opens
Most of our lives happen between one thought and the next. We rarely notice. One idea leads to another, and we are carried along like a leaf on a stream, […]
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Let the Eye See — What Changes When We Stop Looking and Start Seeing
Let the Eye See — What Changes When We Stop Looking and Start Seeing We spend a lot of energy looking. Looking for answers, for meaning, for the next thing. […]
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What Roots Know — On Relationships, Place, and Time
The Baobab does not grow alone. Beneath the soil, its roots stretch wider than its branches, tangling with the roots of other trees. When the wind comes, they hold each […]
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On Ground — What Holds Us When Everything Shakes
There are seasons when the ground beneath us does not feel solid. A diagnosis. A loss that arrives without warning. A door that closes and will not open again. In […]