A sacred dream sends one man on the perilous trail of toxic honey in Nepal.
The soul is hungry in spring, and there is only the crisp, silent air to feed it.
Quietly, though. The sort of view
people look at and say awesome
while taking pictures of their faces
with their phones with nature scenes
Nature’s beauty can be fleeting — but not through Louie Schwartzberg’s lens. His stunning time-lapse photography, accompanied by powerful words from Benedictine monk Brother David Steindl-Rast, serves as a meditation on being grateful for every day.
My mother was a place. She was the where
from which I rose.
You know it’s hard to concentrate
when pear trees across the street
burst out overnight, flaunting their
astonishing plumes of white confetti.
And in the evening, after the sun had set
and the birds were alighting in the trees, my mother,
in her housedress and apron and cheap leather shoes
and my father’s dress socks, went out to water the flowers…
I smell the earth for the first time as I take a walk, my first in many months of being housebound.