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In Praise of Mother Earth

Poem by Thich Nhat Hanh in honor of Earth Day Homage to you Refreshing Earth Bodhisattva Mother of this world with its many species. We want to turn to you with respect, Beautiful green planet in the midst of the … Continue reading

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Poetics of Compost

Excerpt from “The Poetics of Compost” by Redwood Reider Compost is the most magic alchemy I know: huge piles of the stuff no one wants, transmuting into divine elixir that nourishes life. It feels like a hopeful metaphor for all … Continue reading

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The sun has entered me. The sun has entered me together with the cloud and the river. I myself have entered the river, and I have entered the sun with the cloud and the river. There has not been a … Continue reading

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The Paradox of Noise

It is a paradox that we encounter so much internal noise when we first try to sit in silence. It is a paradox that experiencing pain releases pain. It is a paradox that keeping still can lead us so fully … Continue reading

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Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully … Continue reading

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The Soul, Like the Moon

Taken from PARABOLA, Volume 30, No. 3, Fall 2005: “Body and Soul.” The soul, like the moon, is new, and always new again. And I have seen the ocean continuously creating. Since I scoured my mind and my body, I … Continue reading

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Winter of Listening

Excerpt from from On Being Blog “A New Life I Must Call My Own” by Parker J. Palmer The Winter of Listening by David Whyte No one but me by the fire, my hands burning red in the palms while the night … Continue reading

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