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A reflection acknowledging that the injustice of suffering can’t be wrapped up in a neat bow of closure. Instead, we the author looks to her culture’s understanding of ancestry — in the responsibility we have to the loved ones we’ve lost.
Reflections to hearten life amid chaos and pain — from a new take on efficiency to the breaking and remaking that shape our grief.
We need to get wiser about efficiency — about when it’s a good thing, and when it saps us of the slow and messy connections that help us learn, grow, and thrive.
A modern-day tragedy has befallen Omid: His iPhone has died. But there’s a deep lesson in this, too — on ensuring that our memories are stored in a deeper and more enduring place.
Listen to a live set of Cloud Cult’s performance at On Being Studios on a cold winter night in Minneapolis.
A loving ode to ancestral land — and to the body of the earth from which we all come and to which we all return.
In the quest to have it all, a daughter of Asian immigrants discovers that “the breaking takes time.” Might we, she asks, build narrower lawns and wider minds?
She embodied a sense of steady gratitude regardless of the circumstances. A reflection in memoriam of police captain-turned-dharma teacher Cheri Maples.
From a Hmong writer’s encouragement to Oprah’s advice on how to say no, our editor-in-chief serves up his favorite commentaries on grief and loss, intergenerational relationships, solitude in faith, judging the poor, and apologies.
In her cohousing community in Oakland, our columnist is experiencing something all-too-rare: deep friendships across generations. What if we turned more actively to the wisdom — and plain old good company — of our neighbors, older and younger?
The value of solitude isn’t simply in retreating from a chaotic world. It’s a discipline that’s different for all of us — and one that we can practice wherever we are.
We can’t take wilderness retreats every time we feel caught up in the world’s madness, but a poem can be a momentary reprieve.
A NASA climate scientist wrestles with the story of the ocean’s “long slong to equilibrium,” the ease of modern life, and the whispers that continue after we’re gone.
From remembering police captain and dharma teacher Cheri Maples to soliciting perspectives on solitude and being alone, our editor in chief’s list of the week’s most compelling commentaries on motherhood, solitude, eldering, male vulnerability, and exile.
A tender, empathetic, and honest letter to an unknown friend about the anguish of grief — through a story of young love, the loss of a child, and the realization that pain marks an opening to a future where new life can take root.
Our columnist gets honest about missing true solitude as a mother of young girls, and reflects on how crucial it is for women to carve out space to nurture no one but themselves.
An ode to a sentence from the legendary poet on recognizing and honoring the sacrifices of generations past to get us where we are — and on “paying it forward” as the best way to pay them back.
A poem on letting go of our “known way of being” and discovering the wisdom of letting things unfold around us.
Can nations apologize for harm they’ve caused? A human rights scholar delves into the philosophical quandary of collective atonement.
What’s your three feet of influence? Rumi’s renewed appeal thanks to Bey & Jay. Breaking open one’s heart. Happiness as human flourishing and more ideas from our editor-in-chief.
Through the intimacy of chosen mother-daughterhood, a woman navigates the fraught territory of craving Chinese identity as a white American — and recognizes that some identities cannot be earned or learned, but are gifts passed on.
After reading Hanya Yanagihara’s novel “A Little Life,” our columnist grapples with the reality of suffering that doesn’t make us stronger.
Learning of the great ethnomusicologist’s death, our columnist offers an “ocean of remembrance” in return for the Turkish Sufi master who embodied the poetry of Islam in both his music and his being.
A poem from Gregory Orr on the silver lining of a heart shattered open: the knowledge that our broken places are where beauty comes from.