Each line of a poem is a mystery, a puzzle for the mind to solve. Good poems are mysteries so absorbing that only by carrying them around with me does the mystery begin to make sense.
We had no plan, only a destination: the Gulf coast of Alabama. We left behind everything that was familiar and started a new life together in a new place.
What would it look like if Jesus came to America today instead of Israel 2,000 years ago– and was named Harold?
From Smithsonian Magazine: 35 Who Made a Difference: Wendell Berry. As a farmer, he has shunned the use of tractors and plowed his land with a team of horses. As a poet, he has stood apart from the categories and controversies of the literary world, writing in language neither modern nor postmodern, making poems that [...]
My father told me when I was in college that one of the secrets of life is to do less. It’s only been recently that his words have made any sense. Doing less goes hand in hand with living intentionally, making choices about my time that are healthy rather than convenient.