Key Moments

“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of...

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Remedies

The Peace of Wild Things By Wendell Berry When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where...

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Remembering

I always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it. F. Scott Fitzgerald (words spoken by Daisy Buchanan in The Great Gatsby) It’s not without a twinge of sadness that I think of Daisy Buchanan, one of...

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Celebrate

  Enthusiasm is a form of social courage.  —Ralph Waldo Emerson One of the highlights of my email inbox this past month was an invitation to a dear friend’s “Career Reveal Party.”  This friend is an explorer — she volunteered in...

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Homesick

Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well.  Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you...

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What are you looking for?

People generally see what they look for and hear what they listen for. —Harper Lee I love the part in the song “Seasons of Love” from the Broadway musical Rent when the singers respond to the question “how do you...

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Still Learning

Forgive yourself for not knowing what you didn't know before you learned it. - Maya Angelou A few years ago I had a conversation with a professor who had just spent several months abroad during a sabbatical year, and we got...

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The Grace of Endings

Photo by NeONBRAND on Unsplash To make routine a stimulus / Remember it can cease  / Capacity to terminate– /  Is a specific grace.  Emily Dickinson I love new beginnings.  January first, the summer solstice, the start of the academic year (no matter that my student years are long passed, that Tuesday after Labor Day will always put a spring in my...

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