“He came out to this garden,dug hands into earth saying, I know youand earth crumbled rich layersand this result of their knowing—a hillside in which no inch went unsung.” from “The Garden of Abu Mahmoud” by Naomi Shihab Nye
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In the human experience, it is the past that most essentially forms who we are. No matter what we do, no matter how long we live or where we go in life, we will carry the past with us. How we see the past will undeniably define how we live in the present and how […]
On Tuesday of this past week, my parents called to inform me of a death in the family–my uncle’s death, my mother’s baby brother. A compassionate listener. The one who, in a world intoxicated by petty factions and fixated on disintegration, pursued peace without forsaking conviction. The one who could forgive and really mean it. […]