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On Being with Krista Tippett is a public radio project delving into the human side of news stories + issues. Curated + edited by senior editor Trent Gilliss.

We publish guest contributions. We edit long; we scrapbook. We do big ideas + deep meaning. We answer questions.

We've even won a couple of Webbys + a Peabody Award.

What comes to mind when you think of home?

Check out the first Your Audio Selfie vignettes from our producers and come record your own audio selfie tomorrow night at our studios.

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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.
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.

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.

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Landed on the image for this week’s (breathtakingly beautiful) show "Kabbalah and the Inner Life of God" in part because of this line from a W. H. Auden poem:

Defenseless under the night Our world in stupor lies; Yet, dotted everywhere, Ironic points of light Flash out wherever the Just Exchange their messages: May I, composed like them Of Eros and of dust, Beleaguered by the same Negation and despair, Show an affirming flame.

(Photo by Patrick Kelley, courtesy of Northern Lights.mn)
Landed on the image for this week’s (breathtakingly beautiful) show "Kabbalah and the Inner Life of God" in part because of this line from a W. H. Auden poem:

Defenseless under the night Our world in stupor lies; Yet, dotted everywhere, Ironic points of light Flash out wherever the Just Exchange their messages: May I, composed like them Of Eros and of dust, Beleaguered by the same Negation and despair, Show an affirming flame.

(Photo by Patrick Kelley, courtesy of Northern Lights.mn)

Landed on the image for this week’s (breathtakingly beautiful) show "Kabbalah and the Inner Life of God" in part because of this line from a W. H. Auden poem:

Defenseless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.

(Photo by Patrick Kelley, courtesy of Northern Lights.mn)

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