Maybe we need different places for different phases of our lives. Maybe cherished places remain alive inside us even if we have to move on—our attachment to the earth not thinned, but widened.
~Deborah Tall , “From Where We Stand: Recovering a Sense of Place” ~
In a workshop on sacred space, I drew a rainbow vortex, holding 4-6 crayons in my hand at a time. I loved that part. Then, looking at my crayon drawing, I wrote this letter to the rainbow vortex. Later I cut the vortex into a spiral and pasted it into my journal, folding in switchbacks…
Milou, a 9 year old student from Buenos Aires, put up this blog as a place to share poems for e World Poetry Day (March 21st). On the blog “students, kids and poets, writers and artists from all over the world post a contribution for Earth Day.” Click here to see what they posted to…
“Beneath the poetry of the texts, there is the actual poetry, without form and without text.” –Antonin Artaud, poet, essayist, playwright, actor & director
I’ve been harvesting my journals this week. One of the fruits of my harvest is this series of Riehlife contemplations which I hope you’ll enjoy and use: –for cultivating your own contemplations. –for starting conversations with loved ones and friends. –for prompting your writing. What are your foul weather blue sky gifts? What does your…
Sunflowers grace the front of my journal and now that I’ve come and gone from the Mountainaire sunflower festival I notice this correspondence. The Heritage House sitting room/parlor. Silver tea set on oval tea table. Golden light filtered through curtains. parquet floor.A sense of peace, contentment and fulfillment, satisfaction from completing my New Mexico visit….
My father Erwin A. Thompson, grandson of E. A. Riehl, writes fondly of Lee Maupin, his boyhood neighbor…and how Pop changed the course of Lee’s life…with a big boost from my Great Aunt Mim. Lee is gone now. And the farm is completely changed. Pop and I still visit Kay Maupin up in Otterville. Kay…