You don’t need another person, place, or thing to make you whole. God already did that. Your job is to know it. —
Maya Angelou, as told to Oprah Winfrey in this month’s issue of O magazine.
Hear the great Dr. Angelou talk about one of her mentors, W.E.B. Du Bois, in this public radio episode.
Ah, but I love to draw beautiful words, like trumpets of light…I adore you, words who are sensitive to our sufferings, words in red and lemon yellow, words in the steel-blue colour of certain insects, words with the scent of vibrant skills, subtle words of fragrant roses and seaweed, prickly words of sky-blue wasps. words with powerful snouts, words of spotless ermine, words spat out by the sands of the sea, words greener than Cyrene fleece, discreet words whispered by fishes in the pink ears of shells, bitter words, tornado and storm-tossed words, being beaten, evil words, festive words, tornado and storm-tossed words, windy words, reedy words, the wise words of children, rainy, tearful words, words without rhyme or reason, I love you! I love you! — James Ensor, belgian printmaker and painter on language.
Our first in-studio interview at On Being! Gordon Marino talks Søren Kierkegaard and pugilism with our host Krista Tippett. (at On Being with Krista Tippett)
Dear God, I cannot love Thee the way I want to. You are the slim crescent of a moon that I see and my self is the earth’s shadow that keeps me from seeing all the moon. The crescent is very beautiful and perhaps that is all one like I am should or could see; but what I am afraid of, dear God, is that my self shadow will grow so large that it blocks the whole moon, and that I will judge myself by the shadow that is nothing.
I do not know You God because I am in the way. Please help me to push myself aside. — Flannery O’Connor, from this review of her recently released prayer journal.
"Convención de Hadas del Bosque" by Jesus Solana, which accompanies Parker Palmer’s wonderful insights on finding simplicity on the other side of complexity.
There’s something comically great about these images of larger-than-life intellectuals resting, smiling, enjoying life.
W.E.B. Du Bois was one of the great thinkers of the twentieth century. We’ve got a thorough profile of his writing on our site this week.
For the simplicity that lies this side of complexity, I would not give a fig, but for the simplicity that lies on the other side of complexity, I would give my life. — Oliver Wendell Holmes, from this week’s column from Parker Palmer.
Aim above morality. Be not simply good, be good for something. — Henry David Thoreau
thecakeisalie said: Do you accept previously published pieces? I frequently submit to Huffington Post and I think some of my pieces would be a great fit for On Being too.
Hello. I’d more than willing to take a look and see what might fit. I’m open to publishing provocative pieces that are thoughtful and prompt our readers’ aspirational selves. I publish articles and big thought pieces that deal with the grittiest of issues from a unique narrative lens to photo essays and videos that help our audiences wrestle with our deepest questions of what it means to be human.
Don’t turn your head.
at the bandaged place.
the Light enters you. — Rumi
Time is, of course, doing its steady work on every object ever made. This complex relationship between the maker, an emotionally invested object, and the growing distance between them is not new, only rediscovered each generation, whether by an artist, a mourner, a mother, or a soldier…
We let go with the hope others will grab hold. These objects ask very human, moral questions: What right do we have to forget? What do we owe to each other’s memories? — Dario Robleto on memory, forgetting, and time.
Stars and blossoming fruit-trees: utter permanence and extreme fragility give an equal sense of eternity. — Simone Weil, from Gravity and Grace