How We Learned Our Language

We gath­ered around the stony hill and watched it as the sea­sons turned, and years went by with heat and cold, rain-lashed, sleet-lashed, snow; and then, wan light return­ing we con­sid­ered it all and some began to call it patience. There were places we gath­ered, there and there upon that hill, near the flow­ing pines who whis­pered among them­selves… Con­tin­ue read­ing How We Learned Our Language

Soul-Making

Soul can be a dif­fi­cult word when it is asso­ci­at­ed with a work­place. Work and busi­ness are the domain of mea­sure­ment and man­age­ment, of pro­duc­tiv­i­ty, log­ic, struc­ture, sys­tems, strate­gies and align­ments. Often these are things that have lit­tle obvi­ous con­nec­tion to the deep­er sto­ries of the peo­ple with­in the sys­tems. Those hid­den sto­ries may con­tain… Con­tin­ue read­ing Soul-Mak­ing

This is What I Notice

This is what I notice: a song I have nev­er heard from a bird at dusk by a riv­er I don’t remem­ber. Bird, dusk, song, riv­er. Then just riv­er, the choir of stones keeps the qui­et going wait­ing for the bird. You and I at dusk are also insep­a­ra­ble. You lean down to touch the face of the fern  beau­ti­ful as your own lean… Con­tin­ue read­ing This is What I Notice