From the mysterious alchemy of place to gut feelings and nature's enveloping soundtrack — investigations into the scenery that colors our inner and outer lives.
A study of the mysterious alchemy of place — not merely somewhere to go, but something rich with the life and memory of those who know it well.
In a season of shrill political rhetoric, Washington's poet laureate travels the open road, finding potentiality in the vast landscapes and the communities of his glorious state. Through the arts, he says, we can cultivate a space for the inner life that's at the heart of mystery — and not knowing.
An invocation for gratitude — for the open spaces around us, for the quiet resilience of nature, and for the power of vulnerability to open us to new possibilities.
In the dissonant landscape of central Jersey, a writer reaches for the pristine beauty of Merton's Gethsemani and finds instead beauty in asphalt and fluorescence in her backyard.
Spirit intersects matter everywhere. A poet living in Chesapeake Bay meditates on the sacredness of location and the sense of place reinstated after returning to her childhood landscape.
Sometimes we buzz through our social media streams and forget to pause, connect, and read more deeply. The marvelous writer Terry Tempest Williams teaches us to do just that — all through the story of her dog.
A marvelous way to take in the depths of a sister planet teaming with lesson for Earth.
“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them. Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud.”
—Maya Angelou from Letter to My Daughter
Producing a narrated slideshow takes a fair bit of time, even it's brief. Our producer traces her journey and the small world we travel in.
One thing we know about our fan base — they (you?) love words, especially poesy. The response to Tess Gallagher’s poem about her time with Thich Nhat Hanh made that clear.
So, in one of Krista’s limited face-to-face interviews (see Shiraz’s post about what a more typical interview looks like), she was regaled by the lilting tongue and picturesque poetry of the late Irish poet John O’Donohue in September. Mr. O’Donohue passed away earlier this year, but his verse lives on.