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Had I opted for the instant gratification of a photograph, the phone would hold an image but would I have spent time noticing how the gills inside morphed from charcoal grey to salmon to ecru? Would I have left any space for wondering how this moment fit into before and after? Or would this little wonder have flitted in and out of memory in a careless heartbeat?read more
What remains is gratitude and the sensation of being carried, pulled by tendrils of presence, love, and laughter toward the heart of the world.read more
The genius of this land, what draws us, is the deep grace of welcome and forgiveness and mercy that pervades it, the sense of being cradled in the wide lap of something or someone much older and more vast and loving than we can imagine. In that embrace even the loneliest sojourner can find solace and the will to reach out for their unique thread with which to re-weave the world.read more
While the radio and TV shout breaking news and our phones buzz and tweet, a whole other conversation is going on. It is the one about belonging, about finding a tether, a foothold, in the heart of the world.read more
Each moment is a well, a history, a lifetime, and a suddenly and irrevocably constructed door frame.read more
“We stand at a new doorway,
awaiting that which comes…
daring to be human creatures,
vulnerable to the beauty of existence.
Learning to love.” // Anne Hillman
I cannot begin to fathom how the beating of one butterfly’s wings could possibly cause even a whisper of a ripple on the other side of the globe. But we are not just individuals; we are part of a whole stream of life.read more
Changing places and spaces requires contemplating what is taken along and what is not. One might not consider the worn wooden high chair that held many a wriggly child or the rounded black recliner where the teenagers flopped to be mortal, exactly…But this things are loved nevertheless.read more
To live with an open heart, to live with a sense of awe, doesn’t mean we are blind to suffering or pain or fear, only that we also see the blessings all around us—the sacred gifts of life, love, and beauty.read more
Demonstrating how restorative forestry can be done sustainably and effectively.read more
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