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” ~
If you want in-depth information on one of the most important issues facing the American economy today, read this article on mortgage lending in the SSRN’s Working Paper Series, co-written by ELIZABETH RENUART and my niece DIANE E. THOMPSON. ORGANIZATION: Social Science Research Network: Tomorrow’s Research Today TITLE: “The Truth, the Whole Truth, and Nothing…
Riehlife: My blog is about connection and cultures and art. How do you see these themes relating in your business in the hospitality industry? Theo: The culture of business and the culture of people always are connected. My favorite example? The Carlton has been getting rave reviews from guests ever since our reopening, which means,…
A.C.E. Hal Manogue’s TM (Aware Connected Energy) For those Riehlife and Community of the Land (Susan Tweit’s blog) readers who’ve been intrigued by our Blog Duet on the theme of Regenerative Design/Living, hop on over to Hal Manogue’s “Living a Non-Ordinary Life in a Non Ordinary Way” for a thoughtful essay that expands this dialogue.
Listening to NPR yesterday I heard a long forgotten place name on the globe: Rishikesh. I traveled to Rishikesh in the mid-1970s in the middle of my Peace Corps tour in Ghana. Imagine: West Africa, Egypt (stopover), 6 weeks of Northern Indian travel on third class trains, then back by way of the Middle East…
Watching Northfork again recently, I was moved by Nick Nolte’s testimony to the power of witnessing in one of the DVD extras. Nolte said he felt witnessing is what gives meaning to our lives. Nolte sat with his mother during her last four days, and watched her die–helped her die, by witnessing her death. From…
I REMEMBER The Woman Remembers I remember, as a child, longing for summer and sunshine during the coldest months of the year. I sometimes doubted that winter would ever end. I remember the heat of the sun. My skin blistered. I remember kissing Don in the back seat, and our guilty touches. I remember the…