In silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves. —
Ashwini Ramaswamy of Ragamala Dance performs “Sacred Earth” at On Being on Loring Park during the Northern Spark festival.
Via Krista Tippett’s 2011 interview with Civil Rights leader Vincent Harding for On Being
A little girl expresses her joy at the beauty of springtime in Kent in 1946.
It’s this kind of play that Dr. Stuart Brown, director of the National Institute of Play says teaches empathy, trust, irony, and problem solving.
(Photo by George Konig/Keystone Features/Getty Images)
I sat beside her bed and saw a stranger and realized I had fallen asleep. While I was asleep, something had happened. The woman I knew who cooked three meals a day, who sewed all my clothes as a young girl and then taught me to sew, who polished hardwood floors on her hands and knees, who served as sacristan at our church — ironing fair linen and polishing chalices — who still put clothes out to dry on a clothesline and ironed sheets, who preserved vegetables from the garden — that woman was gone. In her place was another who had vacant eyes and hands that fell uselessly by her side and were empty of all occupation and all strength and all purpose. The woman I knew as my mother was gone. — Gloria Jean Bubba, from this meditation on the grief and the loss that comes slowly from losing her mother to Alzheimer’s disease.
Being a full human being has a lot to do with suffering. —
BJ Miller, executive director of the Zen Hospice Project at the UCSF Medical Center
A triple amputee, this doctor’s story is one to be read and admired as he brings new approaches to the palliative care field.
Going to be in Minneapolis this Saturday? Stop by On Being on Loring Park and catch this phenomenal performance by Ragamala Dance: “Honoring Tagore: Sacred Earth.” It’s part of the Northern Spark festival and it’s free. If you want a seat, I’d highly recommend that you RSVP.
-Charles Wright, the new U.S. Poet Laureate
We cannot write well or truly but what we write with gusto. The body, the senses must conspire with the spirit — Expression is the act of the whole man. That our speech may be vascular — intellect is powerless to express thought without the aid of the heart and liver and of every member — Often I feel that my head stands out too dry — when it should be immersed. A writer, a man writing is the scribe of all nature — he is the corn and the grass and the atmosphere of writing. — Henry David Thoreau, in a journal entry dated September 2, 1851.
"Learn by heart the forms to be found in nature, so that you can use them like notes in a musical composition. That is what these forms are for. Nature is a marvelous chaos, and it is our job and our duty to bring order into that chaos and — to perfect it. Leave it to others to puzzle over old books on geometry or the problems of higher mathematics. We are going to enjoy the forms we see before our eyes."
— Max Beckmann, “Drei Briefe an Eine Malerin” (1948)
(Photo of a woman looking at Max Beckmann paintings at Hypo-Kunsthalle in Munich by Joerg Koch/Getty Images)
Photo of the Day: Cows in the Afternoon
Photography by Mina Delic (Senta, Serbia and Montenegro); Novi Pazar, Serbia
How can a kid from the prairie resist reblogging this?