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From “Hippie Woman Wild” by Carol Schlanger

“When we Indians kill meat, we eat it all up. When we dig roots, we make little holes. When we build houses, we make little holes. When we burn grass for grasshoppers, we don’t ruin things. We shake down acorns and pine nuts. We don’t chop down the trees. We only use dead wood. ButContinue reading “From “Hippie Woman Wild” by Carol Schlanger”

Be notorious

“Run from what’s comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.” -Rumi … … … … … … … … There is a balance to the planet that us humans insist on trying to wrest awry. I still haven’t figured out why our natural inclination is to fight itContinue reading “Be notorious”

From “Orlando” by Virginia Woolf, 1928

“The English disease, a love of Nature, was inborn in her, and here where Nature was so much larger and more powerful than in England, she fell into its hands as she had never done before… She climbed the mountains; roamed the valleys; sat on the banks of the streams. She likened the hills toContinue reading “From “Orlando” by Virginia Woolf, 1928″

Poem 133: The Summer Day

Who made the world?Who made the swan, and the black bear?Who made the grasshopper?This grasshopper, I mean—the one who has flung herself out of the grass,the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—who is gazing around with her enormous and complicatedContinue reading “Poem 133: The Summer Day”

On Disobedience – Eric Fromme

“In order to disobey, one must have the courage to be alone, to err, and to sin. But courage is not enough…only if a person…has emerged as a fully developed individual and has thus acquired the capacity to think and feel for himself, only then can he have the capacity to say “no” to power,Continue reading “On Disobedience – Eric Fromme”

Thomas Merton, 1958

“At the corner of Fourth and Walnut, in the center of the shopping district, I was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization that I loved all those people, that they were mine and I theirs, that we could not be alien to one another even though we were strangers. It was like walking from a dreamContinue reading “Thomas Merton, 1958”