Sunday, November 11, 2012

Where Has November Gone?

"Kai" by Matt Small
2. There was a terrible accident at my alma mater this weekend. It's hard to be far away from the Earlham community at a time like this, but two things I am grateful for are:
- The love and light that I've seen being shared through social media.
- Getting to spend last night with some Earlhamites, brewing beer, eating pizza, and playing Settlers of Catan. 

3. Just in case you are not already aware, there is a guy (Brandon Stanton) who walks around NYC and takes pictures of interesting people. He then posts the pictures on tumblr and facebook, under the title Humans of New York. Not only are they great pictures, Stanton takes the time to ask his subjects a few questions, and shares a response with each picture, making the subjects even more, well, human. I've been following HONY for a couple of months now, and have been particularly grateful recently for his images of New Yorkers surviving, rebuilding, and helping each other out after Sandy. 
I asked her dad why she was carrying a candy bucket.
He said: "She's an optimist."


I awoke
this morning
in the gold light
turning this way
and that

thinking for
a moment
it was one
like any other.

the veil had gone
from my
darkened heart
I thought

it must have been the quiet
that filled my room,

it must have been
the first
easy rhythm
with which I breathed
myself to sleep,

it must have been
the prayer I said
speaking to the otherness
of the night.

I thought
this is the good day
you could
meet your love,

this is the black day
someone close
to you could die.

This is the day
you realize
how easily the thread
is broken
between this world
and the next

and I found myself
sitting up
in the quiet pathway
of light,

the tawny
close grained cedar
burning round
me like fire
and all the angels of this housely
heaven ascending
through the first
roof of light
the sun has made.

This is the bright home
in which I live,
this is where
I ask
my friends
to come,
this is where I want
to love all the things
it has taken me so long
to learn to love.

This is the temple
of my adult aloneness
and I belong
to that aloneness
as I belong to my life.

There is no house
like the house of belonging.

- David Whyte

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