Occasionally, a neighbor crosses our fields, homeward bound after a strenuous afternoon scrambling around ponds and up and down rocky hills on the land behind ours. A couple of days ago he discovered me sitting in the midst of the meadow, savoring the passing fleecy clouds, listening to the wind whispering in the dried …
There were times when I could not afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work, whether of the head or hands. I love a broad margin to my life. I’ve just been dipping into Thoreau’s Sounds, and I’ve been stung. As Jon Kabat-Zinn points out in his fine meditation book, …
a world of uncountable beings dedicating their lives to growing something meaningful and beauty-filled, Something Beautiful for the World Tarchin Hearn How can you continue to celebrate nature even as you witness its destruction? How hypocritical. Where you need to be is on the front-line of protest. This painful spring, the first with no dawn …