The art of living · the storm
Storms
Some days the sky cracks open. The hard thing arrives — sudden, loud, sure of itself — and leaves a silence heavier than the noise it made. Here we don’t look away. We name them plainly, because even the breaking is part of the becoming.
Latest Storms
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Keep these words!
I am learning that language is supposed to move us to a place where meaning may lie. Its force, felicity, its reach is toward the unspeakable. Word-work is sublime. It’s generative, making meaning that secure our differences the way in which we are like no other life. Words by Toni Morrison.
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Keep the gaze of hawks!
Two subtle visitors, red tail hawks, arrived at my home today. They were more than the gaze that held them tightly, more than every day birds that flew lightly. They moved as I moved, flying then perching next to each other on a tree. They looked content and stared only at the things that greeted their…







