Profound moments of wisdom and change are often found in the interstitial spaces: in an exchange overlooked, in stories not shared. A collection of unexpected moments of beauty, curated by our executive editor.
From the inspiration and discipline we learn from sport to opening up to the experience of strangers, a digest of interesting writings on the ways we evolve together: physically, spiritually, and creatively.
Essential celebrations of the strength and beauty that surround us, from new life and community to the poetry of words and images.
How do we cut through distraction to nurture our best selves forward? Our executive editor shares reflections on rediscovering the glory around and within us, from the journey of an olympic runner, to the lyrical labyrinth of rap, to healing the void of loss with art and memory.
Our lives and our liberations are bound up in each other. A photo-poem exploration of hope, freedom, and the meaning of exodus.
For the producers here at Loring Park, it's important to perform every aspect of our work with deliberate thoughtfulness. Here, we offer a behind-the-scenes peek at all that's involved in a seemingly small task: selecting a photo to represent the week's episode.
In an age of iPhone and Instagram ubiquity, we capture and curate in ways unimaginable only a few decades ago. And this connects us in unexpected ways. But, it also can have a cost, one that pulls us out of the moment.
When the crush of a beige cubicle and endless meetings deaden creative impulses, a newborn baby girl prompts an explosion of creativity — and the celebratory, enthusiastic person the author's dream job had taken away.
Tonight, all around the world, many Muslims celebrate the birth of the Prophet Muhammad with festive decorations, devotional songs, and sweet candies. Omid Safi explains the annual ritual in more detail and the debate among Muslims about celebrating it.
A reminder to pop up your head and look up at a scenic overview one races right by, a centering reflection on Ramadan that doesn't focus on fasting, and a popular post calling for an Interdependence Day.
Our executive editor's weekly missal sends you postcards from the road, an invitation to sing at our studios, words of wisdom and poetry from Wendell Berry and Parker Palmer, and a journalism student's reflection on breathing.
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.
There's more than meets the eye in this photo. Stop and peer beneath the surface.
Wrapping up this week with a picturesque mountain scene, moving music from a magical singer, and a map and haiku.
The story behind this one powerful shot of "vulnerability and shame" from Segovia, Columbia.
Memorials in Berlin and New York remind us to pray for those who have no one to pray for them.
Folks continue to gift us with picturesque images of their physical sanctuaries and healing spaces. The common themes? Home and nature.
If you pay attention, you'll see connections that one often overlooks — even in a Tumblr dashboard.
"I picked up a camera in journalism class, and it was truly spiritual." We've had the honor of working with Ann Marsden many times over the years. Her passion for her craft inspired all of us at On Being, and we’ll miss her deeply.
Meeting Jane Goodall was a highlight of our production trip. A photo of the legendary primatologist and conservationist chatting with Krista.
A video that's so heartbreakingly gorgeous and unswerving in its emotional sway, it'll have you pondering your own station in life.
As the Occupy movement wanes, its protestors brought issues of economic inequality to the forefront of our national political discourse. On Being looks back at the protestors driven out of Zuccotti Park in November and the faces that look like you.
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.