Speaking of Silence
The silence spoke loudly of silence, and the rivers kept speaking, of rivers, of boulders and air.
(Jane Hirshfield, “On The Fifth Day”)
The silence spoke loudly of silence, and the rivers kept speaking, of rivers, of boulders and air.
(Jane Hirshfield, “On The Fifth Day”)
Autumn Giles has generously allowed me to share her Rangpur Lime Marmalade recipe. Do make it as she wrote it, including the note about using large limes.
I’ve been surprised by many things in the past few weeks. For one thing, I am surprised by the number of people diagnosed with inflammatory bowel disease (IBD) who think it’s good to post pictures of their distressed colon on the Internet for the whole world to see. That will not be happening here. Mostly…
This giveaway is now closed — but the recipe for honeyed apricots (below) is great! The first person to cook an apricot sure did stumble on something great. I don’t know how you feel about it, but most apricots eaten out of hand don’t knock me out — not the way that the perfectly sweet…
Be a person here. Stand by the river, invoke the owls. Invoke winter, then spring. Let any season that wants to come here make its own call. After that sound goes away, wait. A slow bubble rises through the earth and begins to include sky, stars, all space, even the outracing, expanding thought….
Down near the bottom of the crossed-out list of things you have to do today, between “green thread” and “broccoli” you find that you have penciled “sunlight.” Resting on the page, the word is as beautiful, it touches you as if you had a friend and sunlight were a present he had sent you from…
With wishes for joy, prosperity, and an abundance of love and friendship in 2012.
I’m not in the habit of committing copyright violations, but I had to post this picture I snapped of my favorite postcard. The photograph was taken by Martine Franck in Nepal in 1996. To me, it says everything about life. Surprising intersections of being. Humor. Acceptance. Pigeons. Things haven’t been going according to plan around…
March 19 is a very special day. It’s Mo’s birthday! Okay, so it’s my birthday, too. But for several years, I was blessed to share this day with Ms. Moreka Jolar in a magical spot on the island of Moloka’i. When Mo is in residence at Hui Ho’olana Retreat Center, she manages kitchen and garden…
I am a chronic nail biter. I’ve been this way since the fourth grade, when I noticed a classmate biting her nails and thought it looked interesting enough to try it myself. When you’re a kid, a two-second thought can become a thirty-six year habit just like that. Now, the only way I can keep…
A Perfect Day to See Denali Do you ever get tired of using the same old words to describe something — can I say it just once — “amazing”? Consider the white-fisted mountains that knock the breath right out of you, or the sinuous body of a glacial river that silvers along in the late-day…