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Ring out, wild bells

In Memoriam, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him…

Roxana Robinson, a fiction writer, recently described her writing process in an interview with the New York Times. Writing a story, she said, is “incredibly exhilarating. . . . It’s like doing a cliff dive, the kind that only works when the wave hits just right. You stand on top, poised and fearful, looking at…

Peace on Earth

Happy Holidays from my friends Finn and Gunilla with winter photos of their farm.

Food, Farming and Genetics in Korea

Korea has a 5000 year history of food and farming. How much can a nine-year old and her mother learn on a two week visit to this land of miracles?

Spring in California

I try not to travel in the spring. Instead of the stale air of the airplane, I try to get out to the mountains, the beach, the garden or to the nearby foothills. Last weekend my daughter and I (who is 8 years old today), went for a walk. I thought she was strong enough…

An Ode to Grasses

Check out this lovely commentary by Olivia Judson

Eat with the fullest pleasure

“Eating with the fullest pleasure- pleasure, that is, that does not depend on ignorance- is perhaps the profoundest enactment of our connection with the world”. Wendell Berry

Ring out the old, ring in the new

In Memoriam, [Ring out, wild bells] by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

I am traveling now far away from home towards a large lake in Zurich. What a perfect time to receive this poem from Jan Visser. Le Lac (written in 1820 by Alphonse de Lamartine) Ainsi, toujours poussés vers de nouveaux rivages, dans la nuit éternelle emportés sans retour, ne pourrons-nous jamais sur l’océan des âges…