WRINKLES Some things age on the surface. Skin folds, hair silvers, time leaves handwriting on the body. But a wrinkle doesn’t always mean decline. Sometimes it means motion . Sometimes it means life didn’t stop. A wrinkle is proof of surviving the page you’re on. THE BRAIN The brain isn’t a perfect machine; it’s an adapting landscape. Memories shift, pacing changes, and thinking takes new routes. Not everyone heals in straight lines. Some days are crystal clear, some days are

There’s a quiet pressure in recovery to act like everything is fine now.To hide the cracks. To smooth out the seams. To behave as if the break never happened. But real healing doesn’t erase what happened to you.It integrates it. In Kintsugi​, the Japanese art of repairing what’s broken with gold​, the fracture isn’t covered up. It’s traced, honored, and made visible. The repair becomes the most valuable part. Brains are not porcelain, but the metaphor lands anyway. After i

A vertical line of faces, repeated. Individual features, shared form. Many stories, one spine. Not a monument to one person, but a structure made from many. There isn’t a message here. Just a feeling, of people held together, without needing to match. Maybe that’s enough. Thomas Lerooy, “Tower,” 2020 (approx. 72 feet, 49 bronze heads)

The seasons are changing again. Maybe not the way the calendar says they are. But in the way the mind feels it. Some people feel winter right now. Some people feel summer. Some feel both at once, tired and growing, quiet and reaching. Not everyone turns with the calendar. Some turn with the light inside our head. If your brain is heading into its own kind of summer, opening, stretching, trying to remember how to feel awake, we get it. Our sessions aren’t here to “finish the y

Living with a brain condition has taught us something jazz seems to understand instinctively, thinking doesn’t always start with logic. Sometimes it starts with rhythm. With listening. With allowing the mind to move before trying to name what it’s doing. Jazz players don’t force a straight line, they follow curves, pauses, improvisation. The brain works that way too. It’s not broken because it wanders. It’s often finding its own tempo. The artwork Jazz Head by Günther Kieser 

There is no correct speed for thought. Some minds move quickly, some wander, some pause often, and all of it counts. Thinking doesn’t need to rush to be valuable. It doesn’t need to explain itself to be real. The image of a brain inside a bowl came from this idea: the brain needs nourishment, not pressure. Just like food, thought is meant to be taken in at your own pace. You don’t have to keep up with anyone else’s rhythm. You don’t have to produce outcomes on demand. At Neur

There’s something fitting about finding a Buckminster Fuller dome tucked quietly into the forests of Northwest Arkansas. It feels almost intentional that his work, an architect who believed ideas should be lived, not lectured,now rests in a region that is rapidly redefining creativity, health, and community. Fuller once said that if you want people to think differently, you don’t push them, you give them a tool. A tool changes behavior, behavior reshapes perception, and perc

We talk about real estate as if it’s everything, acreage, skyline views, city blocks, farmland, where we live, where we work, where we hope to end up. But the most important piece of real estate isn’t in a booming city or a quiet rural town. It’s between your ears. Whether your days unfold under skyscrapers or open fields, the space that shapes your life most is the one you carry with you everywhere. The mind is its own kind of property, one that grows, changes, expands, and

Even in December, tractors are still working​, hauling feed, clearing paths, preparing land for the spring we can’t see yet. Just like the brain, so much growth happens in the quiet seasons. The work isn’t loud, but it’s steady. It’s movement, even when the world looks still. That same spirit of resilience shows up in unexpected places. Ferruccio Lamborghini built his early tractors from leftover war engines​, taking scraps from conflict and reshaping them into machines that