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What Shapes Us

All that passes descends,and ascends again unseeninto the light: the rivercoming down from skyto hills, from hills to sea,and carving as it moves,to rise invisible,gathered to light, to returnagain. “The river’s injuryis its shape.” I’ve learned no more.We are what we are givenand what is taken away;blessed be the nameof the giver and taker.For everything…

Travel | Birds | Exploration | Learning | Philosophy | Wildlife

How Much Alive

“It matters not where or how far you travel—the farther commonly the worse—but how much alive you are.” — Henry David Thoreau Sitting outside, listening to birdsong in the magic hour before the world shook the cobwebs off, I watched a couple of large birds fluttering tree-to-tree. I wondered at them, thinking perhaps pileated woodpeckers…

Family | Philosophy | Poetry

Gone From My Sight

I am standing upon the seashore.A ship at my side spreads her whitesails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.I stand and watch her until at lengthshe hangs like a speck of white cloudjust where the sea and sky cometo mingle with each other….

Poetry | Habits | Personal Growth | Philosophy | Productivity | Writing

Something Mighty and Sublime

Rest not!Life is sweeping bygo and dare before you die.Something mighty and sublime,leave behind to conquer time.— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Goethe once wrestled with the desire to accomplish great things while enjoying the comforts of a bourgeois lifestyle. By all accounts he succeeded in transcending the ordinary with his writing. And what of us?…