Nick WestensonPanic At The ChapelI think I was laying in the seminary chapel, looking up at the stained glass by the ceiling, listening to the sounds of trickling water…Jan 29, 2017Jan 29, 2017
Nick WestensonBlack Car Drifting, Shattered BlueThe sky was crisp and clear, one of those days in Michigan that only happens a few times a year, and which is truly a sunny day, not the…Jan 29, 2017Jan 29, 2017
Nick WestensonFrozen Deer For GrandmaWhen we moved to our green-cinder-block-house-that-my-dad-would-someday-fixup, the summer between my third and fourth grade school years, I…Jan 29, 2017Jan 29, 2017
Nick WestensonMelting Snow, Awakening HeartHave you ever been out for a walk on one of those days right after snow starts melting? The air has this wet soil, hard-edged, crusty-snow…Jan 28, 2017Jan 28, 2017
Nick WestensonWhere The True Self GrowsThe true self grows in a place of relentless honesty. The true self is not fooled easily, and if you develop the ability to listen…Jan 28, 2017Jan 28, 2017