In the midst of Covid lockdown, someone in our circle read a beautifully descriptive, detailed excerpt from a journal about the author’s sighting of tens of thousands of migrating birds along the Oregon coast. As he stood at the ocean edge, noting species and numbers, he flipped his pencil in surrender to the futility of estimating the vast number of birds in sight. We listened to the reading and then each wrote for a few reflective moments, heading in whatever direction inspired us. This was my brief writing:
Flipping a pencil in the air over the number of birds migrating past and nesting in view! How sweet the pencil flip and how majestic the image of ten miles of nestled birds in ocean cliffs. How hopeful and enriched I feel just hearing those words!
Almost at a standstill in wonder. Slowly the pen approaches another word, but cautiously. I’m standing at the water’s edge, struck by the beauty of flight and swells of both ocean and birds, though just ‘birds’ seems diminutive to the sight. ‘Winged wonders’ more apt.
In the midst of such change and loss and uncertainty, there is still flight – and beauty – and rebirth and renewal. In moments like this, I understand “Hope springs eternal.”
Interviews

Kundalini Wonder
Interview with Dorothy Walters
Dorothy Walters, Mystical Poetry and the Divine Feminine
Interview with Andrew Harvey
Reenchanting the World with Words
Interview with Nathan Hassall
Poetry In Translation
Interview with John Pedro Schwartz
Trusting the Poetic Impulse
Interview with Tejal TarroBook Reviews

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By Ariela Cohen
Choosing Earth, Choosing Us: Book Review of Choosing Earth
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Everything, Everywhere, All at Once: Movie Review
By Jeff Sullivan
Monk and Robot: Book Review of A Psalm for the Wild-Built
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