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Life meanders like a path through the woods. We have seasons when we flourish and seasons when the leaves fall from us, revealing our bare bones. Given time, they grow again.
Katherine May • Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times
This body lasts about as long as a bubble may as well let it go things don’t often go as we wish who can step back doesn’t worry we blossom and fade like flowers we gather and part like clouds I stopped thinking about the world a long time ago relaxing all day in a teetering hut
Stonehouse Red Pine • The Mountain Poems of Stonehouse
In the book Darkness Sticks to Everything the poet Tom Hennen vividly describes this tendency: Like people or dogs, each day is unique and has its own personality quirks which can easily be seen if you look closely. But there are so few days as compared to people, not to mention dogs, that it would be surprising if a day were not a hundred times mo
... See moreLarry Yang • Awakening Together: The Spiritual Practice of Inclusivity and Community
Lia Purpura • The Ecology of Attention
was so cold I went into a sort of dream, where I was the marsh and the house as well as myself, where I was slippery wet wood and claggy mud …
Bridget Collins • The Binding: The most captivating novel of 2019
James Crews
What made the winter wren say,
this is my home now, as it carried
stick after stick and tufts of grass
to the tractor, shaping a soft place
inside the arm that lifts the bucket?
What gave such a small body
so much space for song, belting out
notes from its perch on top of the seat,
chirping if we get too close to that
hollow
... See moreThe poet encounters the truncated beauty of an ancient statue that, even without the glare of eyes, makes him feel seen. Standing mesmerized before the stone that seems alive, the narrator beholds himself anew. The encounter is a recognition that yields the stark conclusion of the poem: “You must change your life.”