The object in an empty box

“Love and death are the two great gifts given to us. Mostly they are passed on unopened.” – Rainer Maria Rilke This quote was spoken softly into my ears in the almost too-intimate way that earbuds can achieve when set at just the right volume at just the right moment. The quote was recited by […]

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Bird, I, M

We can’t relieve what we don’t understand. Understanding violence means recognizing our own intimate experiences with the situations and emotions that give rise to it in our own lives, every day.

How to move a mountain

It’s morning at the farm and the spring air is airish. Precipitation is so fine that it seems to hang there, not falling, just wet. Last night’s rain left shallow puddles that reflect the gray skies above. Task of the morning: move a mountain. In reality it’s a heap, but if you crouch down and […]

Zen and The Art of No Security

A dear friend and mentor gave me a book called Zen Shorts by Jon J Muth. Here’s one of the stories. My Uncle Ry lived alone in a small house up in the hills. He didn’t own many things. He lived a simple life. One evening, he discovered he had a visitor. A robber had […]

A Commute Via The Himalayas

We Chicagoans love to complain about the Winter. Each year we are incensed, outraged even, that we are subjected to such injustice. “It took me an hour to get to work”, we say. We threaten relocations to such exotic locals as Portland, but we never go. We can continue to complain year after year, or […]