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Retreating from the heaviness we’ve been carrying as a country, Maliha Balala returned to the simple joys of celebration and community — and found the ways that a shared common life is still possible.
Tajja Isen on how A Wrinkle in Time opened a world of belonging to her, even before Ava DuVernay's film adaptation cast characters who looked like her.

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June 13, 2018

A Slow and Steady Surrender

The rocks and rivers speak the story of our healing and the renewal of our lost wonder — if only we learn to listen.
“For a long time, I thought wrestling had changed me. Yet wrestling did not erase my fear — it only made my body stronger, more the equal of my heart.” A former wrestler reflects on the strength the sport was able to give him — and the courage he discovered he had carried inside all along.
From a young age, writer Anya Jaremko-Greenwold imagined herself inside paintings: “It didn’t so much matter whether the artist had invited any visitors — if no human figures stalked the work, so much the better. I’d have the place to myself.” On art appreciation as a worldview and an inheritance — in all of its beauty and consequence.

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June 7, 2018

The Problem with Simplicity

As a culture, we celebrate simplicity and its convenience. But the truth is always more complex, embedded in larger systems and worlds. Miguel Clark Mallet on the possibilities that open up when we accept the value of complexity.

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June 6, 2018

We Are Stories and Stardust

In today’s polarized political climate, the idea of changing a mind or a heart feels impossible. Clare Mulvany reflects on what it means to be open to the possibility of great change in yourself — and in others.
Mindfulness and deep breathing may not cure anxiety, but they can be easy and quick practices to ground yourself — especially in situations and environments outside of your control.
Young adulthood is often the first time when we experience the grief of lost time. Richard Linklater’s Boyhood is a stoic tribute to the beauty and levity of each quiet moment of our formation.