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Memories, Like Sunsets

“You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of color in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of…

Culture | Exploration | Learning | Travel

The Glories of the Journey

“We must go beyond textbooks, go out into the bypaths and untrodden depths of the wilderness and travel and explore and tell the world the glories of our journey.” – John Hope Franklin “On a personal level, [the pandemic is] reminding me that, “Boy, life is short.” Life is precious. And, if you’re dreaming about…

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Picking Up the Pieces

Sometimes it takes darkness and thesweetconfinement of your alonenessto learnanything and anyonethat does not bring you alive is too small for you.– David Whyte, Sweet Darkness I woke up in the middle of the night thinking of Todd Rundgren’s Hello It’s Me and hearing it anew in my head. It’s always been a breakup song,…

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What is Precious

What is preciousinside us does notcare to be knownby the mindin ways that diminishits presence.-David Whyte, The Winter of Listening A storm pivots around New England, sideways rain one minute, bright sunshine the next. Cold wind pushing the swirling mix about, demanding attention. I step outside and look for the rainbow that must be out…

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Friends with the Sky

“One of the many ways we have made ourselves lonely without gaining the deeper nourishment and intimacies of true aloneness, is the way we have lost the greater supporting circle of friendship available to us in the created, natural world: to be friends with the sky, the rain, the changing light of a given day…

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What Shape Waits in the Seed of You?

Now, looking through the slanting light of the morning windowtoward the mountain presence of everything that can bewhat urgency calls you to your one love?What shape waits in the seed of youto grow and spread its branchesagainst a future sky?Is it waiting in the fertile sea?In the trees beyond the house?In the life you can…