Posts Tagged: wendell berry
The Issues of Identity
In Some Further Words, Wendell Berry wrestles with what it means to be human – who we are, where we come from, and how we live. He writes: I think the issues of “identity” mostly are poppycock. We are what we
The Issues of Identity
In Some Further Words, Wendell Berry wrestles with what it means to be human – who we are, where we come from, and how we live. He writes: I think the issues of “identity” mostly are poppycock. We are what we
(1): Otherness
The other is our neighbor. The stranger. Our enemy. Whoever or whatever is not me. The wholly Other is whatever notion of God you feel comfortable ascribing to. What defines, distinguishes, and creates otherness are the boundaries between things. In the case
(1): Otherness
The other is our neighbor. The stranger. Our enemy. Whoever or whatever is not me. The wholly Other is whatever notion of God you feel comfortable ascribing to. What defines, distinguishes, and creates otherness are the boundaries between things. In the case
Light + Dark
What is light’s relationship to darkness? A persistent ponder of mine, one that confronts me quite often from all sorts of different angles: “The darkness is not the absence of light, but the terror that comes from the blinding light.” -
Light + Dark
What is light’s relationship to darkness? A persistent ponder of mine, one that confronts me quite often from all sorts of different angles: “The darkness is not the absence of light, but the terror that comes from the blinding light.” -
Defend Nothing
“I dream of a quiet man who explains nothing and defends nothing, but only knows where the rarest wildflowers are blooming, and who goes, and finds that he is smiling not by his own will.” – Wendell Berry, Sabbath
Defend Nothing
“I dream of a quiet man who explains nothing and defends nothing, but only knows where the rarest wildflowers are blooming, and who goes, and finds that he is smiling not by his own will.” – Wendell Berry, Sabbath
A Sabbath Blessing from Wendell Berry
“Whatever is forseen in joy Must be lived out from day to day. Vision held open in the dark By our ten thousand days of work. Harvest will fill the barn; for that The hand must ache, the face must
A Sabbath Blessing from Wendell Berry
“Whatever is forseen in joy Must be lived out from day to day. Vision held open in the dark By our ten thousand days of work. Harvest will fill the barn; for that The hand must ache, the face must
