When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams,
to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured
with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
As I think about what is happening today in Israel and Palestine, I think about the challenges we all face when we are confronted with stories different from those with which we were raised and that held a lot of meaning for us
A breathing exercise and meditation from the revered Zen monk.
The Kabyle resistance fighter who challenged the French colonial army
An exploration of Hope in trying times and RevD's upcoming courses.
Mirabai Starr in conversation with the audience at SAND18 US.
A poem by Palestinian refugee Nibal Khalid
From rodents of unusual size to flaming arrows, communities across North America share solar eclipse traditions
She, who speaks in climactic seed bursts of inspiration and steady sunrises the color of commitment.
