Our executive editor's weekly missive: a season of autumn invitations, a thoughtful essay on male friendship, confessions of an accidental feminist, a joyful contemplation on being Mormon in the modern world, and an unexpected moment of generosity.
Our executive editor pulls together a mix of live events, sneak previews, and words from some of our favorite thinkers and columnists who make this world a better place to become.
How does one have a more supple heart that's read to hold life's suffering and joy? Finding a way in through a Mary Oliver poem and some guiding words.
Whether you're inwardly or outwardly lost, there's an alternative to panicking. Advice on how to find where you are with a David Wagoner poem.
At our darkest hours, when light fails to find a home, a path of buttercups may lead us back. Parker Palmer offers up thoughts and a Willow Harth poem for many of us caught "underground."
Parker Palmer celebrates the act of finding clarity in one's life through the poetry of Mary Oliver and listening to the trees.
A veteran outdoorsman finds comfort in the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson. For this self-described river rat, nature is the circumstance which dwarfs every other circumstance.
With the recent news about the universe's origins, why are we struck dumb with awe and the nature of magnificence? A guest commentary on our deepest impulses.
A photo essay contemplating the Celtic concept of thin places, spaces where the veil between visible and invisible worlds are lifted — all from a quiet lake nestled in the Appalachian Mountains of Tennessee.
Musicians practice absolutely unmixed attention and listening of a different kind of in the melodies of whale songs. What would we hear if we were truly listening?
Yosemite meets Saarschleife in this pairing of German wilderness and poignant words from John Muir.
Take this mystical aural hike into the Hoh Rain Forest in Olympic National Park to One Square Inch of Silence — and experience the chirping twitter of the Western wren and the haunting call of the Roosevelt elk.
A stunning full moon cradles a highline walker at Cathedral Peak. Bliss, beauty, and exhilaration at once.
Folks continue to gift us with picturesque images of their physical sanctuaries and healing spaces. The common themes? Home and nature.
"My favorite healing place: Pololu Valley, The Big Island, Hawaii."
A joyful lamentation over sealed spaces and the lessons Rosh Hashanah — and the High Holy Days — teaches when we have access to the gifts of our natural environment.
If you pay attention, you'll see connections that one often overlooks — even in a Tumblr dashboard.
A lyrical essay in which Gordon Hempton reminds the reader of what we can find inside ourselves through nature and how it makes us better listeners too. A must-read.
A Twitterscript recap of our interview with the man who is trying to preserve the last quiet places.
A spectacular feat of engineering and creativity that you have to see to believe. And just guess what inspired its making. Just marvelous!
My last two years in Brooklyn I felt fortunate to have the view I did. My windows faced east, and, although the blank wall of another building loomed large directly in front, to the right grew a luscious tree and above was an unobstructed view of sky. I often woke at dawn and would stand on the fire escape and soak in the morning, while it still felt clear and clean.