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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…

Poetry | Community | Philosophy

Meet Me on Common Ground

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoingand rightdoing there is a field.I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grassthe world is too full to talk about.— Rumi There’s no secret that the world feels more divisive, more aligned against the perceived slights, threats or opinions of another group. But then you read a…


Dancing to Your Own Beat

“What and how much had I lost by trying to do what was expected of me instead of what I myself had wished to do?” – Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man You know the kind of dancing I avoid the most? The kind where everyone gets up and does the same thing in a coordinated way….

Philosophy | Learning | Reading | Writing


“The books I read are like the stone men built by the Eskimos of the great desolate tundras west of Hudson’s Bay. They still build them today, according to Farley Mowat. An Eskimo traveling alone in flat barrens will heap round stones to the height of a man, travel till he can no longer see…

Culture | Lifestyle | Philosophy | Seasons

Snow Storms and Omicron

“It snowed. It snowed all yesterday and never emptied the sky, although the clouds looked so low and heavy they might drop all at once with a thud.” — Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek And then the snows came. If yesterday’s post was about the distinct lack of snow in the region, this morning…