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MM*: A dull ache. A gentle humming.
every now and again, you will feel a dull ache in your soul. a gentle humming around your heart. a longing for something without a name. if i ever told you to obey anything, this would be it. listen...
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Breakfast
A boy eats a free meal, part of a program by outreach group World Mission Community Care, at a slum area in Tondo city, metro Manila. (Photo: Romeo Ranoco / Reuters)
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6:00 a.m. Let’s go.
I often can’t put a finger on what drives me to create. What force drags me to the studio at 6 a.m.? What pulls me out of bed in the middle of the night to jot down a story idea or melody? I have...
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One note, low as a base drum
Someone or something is leaning close to me now trying to tell me the one true story of my life: one note, low as a bass drum, beaten over and over […] ~ Marie Howe Notes: Photo: Sprogz – Water Drum....
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Lightly child, lightly.
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything? And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for? And have you changed your life? ~ Mary Oliver, from “Swan,” Swan: Poems and...
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Branded
I’ve been thinking about purely private obsession, the grip of the wholly inexplicable. The claiming desire, some fascination –sometimes kink, sometimes compulsion– that puts down roots in your young...
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Monday Morning Wake-Up Call: Stalk it!
We can live any way we want. People take vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience – even of silence – by choice. The thing is to stalk your calling in a certain skilled and supple way, to locate the...
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Monday Morning Wake-Up Call
if only you could see how heaven pulls earth into its arms and how infinitely the heart expands to claim this world, blue vapor without end. ~ Lisel Mueller, from “Monet Refuses the Operation” in...
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Friend of My Mind
Often when he was starting a new project, he didn’t know what was driving him, as if his thoughts had developed an independent life and a will of their own, as if they were merely waiting for him to...
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Monday Morning Wake-Up Call
When poet Donald Hall met with sculptor Henry Moore, he dared to ask if Moore believed that there was a secret to life. The response astonishes: “The secret of life,” Moore answered without flinching,...
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