Conversations
ConversationsConscious Dialogue on our theme
Trust
Hitching for Hope, with Ruairí McKiernan
By Julian Guderley
I think there’s a great moment upon us now, whereby all the rules are being disrupted. I was about to say a rewritten, but they’re not rewritten yet.
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Poetry
Poetry...when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. - Robert Frost
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Taking Turns
By Ann Farley
My friend goes first,
walks half a dozen steps or more.
I watch and wait, take my time,
enter as she makes the first turn,
curves back around.…
Galleries
GalleriesOur featured artists
Beauty
Gazing Into the Heart of Perfection
By Harold Feinstein
Looking at a flower closely, no matter how wild or wondrous your imagination is, just what exists in the flowers we see is such a miracle. It’s a gift.
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Articles
ArticlesOur featured contributors
Habitat
Rebuilding Earth’s Forest Corridors
By Teresa Coady
Nature tends to live in ribbons—the forest corridor, the mountain range, the coastline, and the winding river. Any ecosystem that is disconnected from similar (or different) ecosystems will eventually die.…
Freedom and Energy from Healing White Racism
By John Bell
Friends of color tell me they want primarily two things from white people: to show up for justice and to do our own work with white people at dismantling racism.
Hitching for Hope, with Ruairí McKiernan
I think there’s a great moment upon us now, whereby all the rules are being disrupted. I was about to say a rewritten, but they’re not rewritten yet.
Taking Turns
By Ann Farley
My friend goes first,
walks half a dozen steps or more.
I watch and wait, take my time,
enter as she makes the first turn,
curves back around.
The Vitality of Paradox
And what of society? What of these times—this age? Do we self-isolate and play by the rules: masks, gloves, a distance of six feet between us?
Howling in Place
By Amy Logan
Lately I’m hearing a lot more howls – and more robust, realistic ones – so either my neighbors (and their dogs) are seriously getting into it now, or real coyotes are responding in kind.
In the Garden
And the breeze.....where does it carry them
do they dream they are birds flying through endless blue