On the Blog
On the Blog
Has technology failed to deliver on its promise: to lighten our load? A wry meditation on play, gratitude, and the gift of life.
Whether it’s blood quantum and identity, a homeless man’s understanding of our best friends, or the telling of bad teeth, a gathering of what we’re reading, writing, and publishing.
Autumn inhabits the stretch in between beginnings and endings — and students dwell in that same space. With the help of Rilke, an educator voices the call to “live everything,” “have patience with what is unresolved,” and to “love the questions.”
When she finally played Carnegie Hall in 1963, becoming the first African-American woman, classical pianist to do so, Nina Simone was still disappointed… because she wasn’t playing Bach.
On finding herself amidst a buzzing group of Pope Francis’s admirers, Sharon Salzberg marvels at their elation at simply being in his presence — and reflects on what they can teach us about being open to receiving spiritual goodness.
Ceramics can provide ritual to quiet a frazzled mind. But even when it doesn’t go so well, there are lessons to be learned in calm perseverance. Jane Gross shares a lesson from the potter’s wheel.
Communication with our children can sometimes hit a wall. A father shares some helpful guidelines for architecting richer, more connected relationships with children. What could be more important?
A poem for the passing of summer, a song for the shadow, and an invocation for attention.
It’s easy to mentally sanitize and romanticize the creative process, but the real work is done in the clutter and the mess of daily living. An enconium on imperfection, self-doubt, and the importance of pushing through.
Poetic expression is a character with many personalities, much like one’s favorite pet dog. A new poem from Mary Oliver on the playfulness of writing verse.
Recent mass killings in Oregon and abroad inculcate a kind of fear that can be paralyzing. Through the lens of a Native American tale, Omid Safi refuses to feed those wolves and chooses to feed another wolf: love.
A requiem for the holiness that’s visible — in the trees, the mountains, and the rivers. Permission to lean into wonder and to linger in beauty incarnate.
With the visual glories of autumn, the living is hidden within the dying. A pondering about this season of paradox and the “the endless interplay of living and dying” we all must embrace.
What person or story comes to mind when you think of middle school? An open invitation to reflect and respond about your experience of early adolescence, in middle school or junior high.
From small kindnesses to a classic love song reimagined and singleness to transformation, Trent Gilliss poetically curates an intermingling of murmurations and ideas — including a remembrance of the legendary Grace Lee Boggs.
After a son discovers his father’s box of Chassidic folktales, he reflects on his upbringing, the enduring importance of tradition being passed down for generations, and the legacy he must carry forward (in translation).
Home, connection, people, familiarity: we all yearn for something. Our producer Maia Tarrell shares a song by Indigenous Australian artist Geoffrey ‘Gurrumul’ Yunupingu that evokes that essential yearning for connection and disconnection all at once.
What is the opposite of dukkha? Total rightness? Sharon Salzberg on the contorted postures we hold and the pain that arises out of the ungovernable nature of events in our lives.
A writer introduces the radical, extravagant hospitality of Magdalene — an organization serving women who survived prostitution, addiction, and homelessness. It’s motto, “Love Heals” is more than a saccharine promise, it’s a fierce, moment-to-moment presence — hard-earned, razor’s edge, breath-by-breath.
There is no handbook for grief. With grace, kindness, and gentleness, a daughter candidly shares her experience of mourning after the unexpected loss of her father.
We often think of “genius” as a belonging to individuals, not as something nurtured by community. Courtney Martin challenges this idea, thinking back on the writers group that continues to inspire her work today.
The winter years of life can be oppressively lonely. But the smallest gestures can bring back light and warmth, even a bit of friendliness from a stranger in a coffee shop.
An expression of gratitude for this fine day. A morning murmuration, if you will, for all the things we may take for granted in performing our daily rituals and taking stock of life’s simple pleasures.
The metaphors we use matter. Parker Palmer claims the metaphor of seasons to gently remind us that we’re not in charge, that we’re not alone, that it’s possible to transform and be transformed in this world.
To inscribe the names of the lives lost in Roseburg, Oregon is an act of remembrance. And so we do. Some reminders that we can still find hope in empathy, community, and lovingkindness, despite the immense physical and emotional pain that sometimes befall us.