Poetry | Exploration | Seasons | Travel

In the Dew of the Morn

Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn,Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;Laugh, heart, again in the gray twilight;Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.Thy mother Eire is always young,Dew ever shining and twilight gray,Though hope fall from thee or love decayBurning in fires of a slanderous tongue.Come, heart, where hill is…

Art | Exploration | Habits | Learning | Writing

From Scratch, Daily

Every morning I glance at a blank page and begin to write from scratch. I’m sure your own writing process is different in many ways, but for me the act of beginning to type is a signal to the brain to get to it already. Often I’ll delete entire paragraphs that ultimately don’t make the…

Exploration | Travel | Writing

Let Us Go Forth

“What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident? And are there not moods which need heaven, hell, purgatory, and faeryland for their expression, no less than this dilapidated earth? Nay, are there not moods which shall find no expression unless there be men who dare to mix heaven,…

Culture | Exploration | Learning | Personal Growth | Philosophy

Becoming Equal to the Whole

“The problem with most people, he felt, is that they build artificial walls around subjects and ideas. The real thinker sees the connections, grasps the essence of the life force operating in every individual instance. Why should any individual stop at poetry, or find art unrelated to science, or narrow his or her intellectual interests?…