Where would you choose to spend your life?
I don't think I've been there yet. It's not utterly remote but has a sort of collective sense of the importance of living consciously and kindly and so it isn't a city. It's not too cold nor... More »
I don't think I've been there yet. It's not utterly remote but has a sort of collective sense of the importance of living consciously and kindly and so it isn't a city. It's not too cold nor... More »
Itself The unseen is seeing itself. The unfelt is feeling itself. The unknown is knowing itself. The unspoken is speaking itself. The unmanifest is manifesting itself. --Adyashanti, from My Secret Is Silence
The seeds of all the seasons come together in a soup of something I could once taste but hold in my mouth now like water. Everything is here: sweetness cupped in kernels that distill its... More »
Pine trees and strange rocks remain unknown to those who look for mind with mind. --Shih-Wu
I must love the questions......like locked rooms full of treasure. --Alice Walker
What kinds of words might the kudzu whisper to the magnolia branches as it overtakes them? I imagine them to be syllables of consolation and care, spoken with tenderness despite the encroachment of vine... More »
Fortunately, everything, at some time or another.
I was talking recently about the pre-Raphaelites and how their lives have always fascinated me. Then this morning when I read Otter's blog about the human form I thought about Dante Gabriel Rossetti in particular... More »
He was one of the first poets I really loved. His poems displaced me from my sixteen-year-old world into another, larger place full of adventure. I believe he was poet laureate of England for a... More »