A weekly roundup of the many things surfacing and playing out in the world with some of our favorite writers and thinkers.
What unites us all is that we all have mothers. A poet traces the path of her life through her Rumanian grandmother and the women who followed.
Metaphors of light and reflection abound. But what about the metaphors of mirror and mirroring. Omid Safi holds that image with palms up and open.
A trip down the Grand Canyon (and, of course, a poem) reveals a truth and shows us all that we are most whole when we live in the layers of our being.
"Ritual does for behavior what poetry does for words." When the hope of youthful enthusiasm turns grim and gray and the spiritual challenge of uncertainty beckons, a rabbi finds hope in ritual as poetry in action, recognizing the spirituality in the routine, recapturing the sacred in the mundane, and rediscovering beauty in the ordinary.
How do we sit with suffering? A lyrical pondering on how things fall apart — and worlds open anew.
We all have one of those transcendent moments when we're immersed in nature and experience the immensity of it all. On this Earth Day, Parker Palmer shares one of those times while camping in the Grand Canyon.
From our gatherings in Louisville to the ekphrastic poetry for Yom HaShoah, a wealth of reading and exploring this week.
Can there be and should there be Holocaust poetry? A poet investigates the need for memory and retelling through a series of ekphrastic poems for Yom HaShoah.
Violence is what happens when we don’t know what else to do with our suffering. But how do we turn the power of suffering toward new life? It depends on our willingness to exercise our hearts so that when suffering strikes, they are suppler and more able to break open to new life.
We celebrate National Poetry Month, welcome our new columnist Sharon Salzberg, and imbibe the magic of k.d. lang's version of "Hallelujah" in this week's thread of good reads.
Some days you remember forever and ever. A picture and a poem to celebrate Haggadah possibilities during Passover.
Omid Safi steps forward with this lyrical reflection on wounds and healing, cracking more whole, and being the person we want to become.
A rabbi once said that life consists of 72 stories. As we yearn to find ways to be together in this world, we're reminded that it’s always in the telling.
We all want to be of service, to be needed and of use to others and to ourselves. Parker Palmer tells the playful story of a neighbor who takes this to an extreme.
Points of beauty and perspective to mark the holy week, including a stirring rendition of Blake's "Jerusalem," a favorite essay on the woman at the heart of Easter Sunday, musings on yoga spirituality for atheists, the opposite of shame, the need for gentleness, the insights of dependence, and the adventure of being born baffled.
A practicing Zen Buddhist pens an ode to the late poet Galway Kinnell by drawing on tradition and the art of the back-handed compliment.
Morsels to savor — all in one digest — on wonder and beauty, brokenness and healing, musicals and parenting. Get caught up in a few minutes!
How do we celebrate our diminishment as we age? We look for beauty in "that which the world rejects as ugly."
Regret and humility are two ways we relate to the past, but they can spawn very different approaches to life. Embracing adversity can open up hope for the future depending on how we embrace it.
Aided by Hafiz, Parker Palmer reminds us that the inner life does not have to be a somber one, but a life rich with experience.
We are told to embrace the fact that death is part of life. Embracing emotional honesty, Parker Palmer shakes his salty fist at fate's inevitable hand with a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay.
Cynicism beckons to us with ease at times. But how do we remain open to the good within and around us? A reminder to keep hope alive when the demon inside us bites down. And, lyrical lines from Mary Oliver!
In a rare interview with the master poet, she recites her classic poem — and tells the story of how "Wild Geese" came into being. It might surprise you.
Mary Oliver's poems often feel like prayers as much as poems. In her own voice, she recites one of our favorites that feels like an incantation.