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.
I work and live in Olympia, Washington and love my city. I decided to take a walk on my lunch break and took my camera along.
Brent Colby lives in Olympia, Washington and writes on leadership and culture on his blog.
While researching the Chief Vann House in Chatsworth, Georgia, we happened upon these vivid images of bourbon barrels in the basement of the historic Cherokee plantation home. A hearty thanks to photographer John A. Lees, who was kind enough to permit us to use his photos in a slideshow for our recent show “Toward Living Memory” with Tiya Miles.
Just a lovely pairing of poetic prose + lyrical photos to ease into the day. Take a few minutes for yourself and reflect with this contemplative piece.
In the lands between the Mediterranean and the Jordan River, the first of three Christmas celebrations was on December 24, the Christmas of the English, or so we thought of it then in the years of my adolescence. My family — ethnic Armenians, Christians by subscription more than piety — had settled in Jordan, a largely Muslim country, where I grew into adulthood, pulled this way and that by the three Christmases of the Holy Land. Of course it was a misnomer to call it the Christmas of the English because December 24 was celebrated by Catholic and Protestant Arabs as well.
The holidays are over and there's no getting around the fact that it's January and bitter cold in the Upper Midwest. The days, while inching longer into light, are still short. Now is the time of deep winter, when a touch of light goes a long way.