Exploration | Poetry | Travel

Where a Road Will Go

What if this road, that has held no surprisesthese many years, decided not to gohome after all; what if it could turnleft or right with no more adothan a kite-tail? What if its tarry skinwere like a long, supple bolt of cloth,that is shaken and rolled out, and takesa new shape from the contours beneath?And…

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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…

Career | Culture | Exploration | Lifestyle | Personal Growth | Poetry | Writing

Reaching Beyond Yourself

Just beyondyourself. It’s whereyou needto be. Half a stepintoself-forgettingand the restrestoredby whatyou’ll meet. – David Whyte, Just Beyond Yourself Reaching beyond yourself can be frustrating, humbling and sometimes humiliating. The ego wants to be in a happier place, warmly wrapped up in comfortable self-talk and stretching just far enough… but not too far. But that’s…

Culture | Exploration | Hiking | Learning | Nature | Personal Growth | Philosophy | Seasons | Walking

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…