Walking to your place for a love feast
I saw at a street corner
an old beggar woman.
I took her hand,
kissed her delicate cheek,
we talked, she was
the same inside as I am,
from the same kind,
I sensed this instantly
as a dog knows by scent
another dog.
I gave her money.
I could not part from her.
After all, one needs
someone who is close.
And then I no longer knew
why I was walking to your place.
— translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan
The Evolved Nest: Nature’s Way of Raising Children and Creating Connected Communities
Experiencing Ever-Present Happiness by Illuminating and Eliminating the Difference between Who You Are and What You Have Mistaken Yourself to Be
This video is in English and French Excerpts from “Last Fragments of a Long Journey” by Christiane Singer translated by Dorna Djenab. After the doctor announced that she had no more than 6 months to live following a cancer diagnosis,
Exploring community, love, and spirituality in the times of global collapse.
During my pregnancy, my midwives lent me a book that suggested parents-to-be engage with birth art
Living with someone we love, with all the joys and challenges, is one of the best ways
Purchase Hollowed by Grief, Hallowed by Grace: A Silent Kirtan of Poetry and Art by Rashani V Réa, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, and James Crews
No, I don't feel death coming / I feel death going
